Comic Books, Monsters At Doors, Frankenstein, Comic Books Again: A Journal By Jacob Malewitz At Banana Republic, Covington Parents cannot see through solid objects like Superman. When you hide behind the car with a cigarette in your hand they do not know. When you are under the covers reading a comic book when you should be sleeping they seem absent of the abilities Superman honed, patented, and sold to millions. As a writer, I think on comic books a lot. As part of my “Artist Way” group I take myself out for a good run at the comic shop. I have only done it a few times but, creatively, it helps me plenty. I hope you will find a reason not only to write here, but in experimenting with things you would not do on an artist date. I developed the idea that morning pages weren’t a waste, nor were artist dates, and writing eventually took me over. I no longer believed I was wasting my time writing. The comic book run was just an experiment—much like this essay title. I tr...