Seeing as of how this is officially a @neilhimself fan account now, you may have wondered where my allcap frenzy over #Sandman has been. I have a short answer. But you’re getting the long one.
At the age of 25, I was in NY on a soap opera, drinking myself to blackout and starving myself to faintness in an effort to feel loved by the Pretty People. My friend, Eric, knew the me before.
He knew me when I would sit on the ground, absorbed by stories of dragons and witches, laughing gleefully to myself. He missed that person. So he took me to a book store called Dark Horse comics.
I sat on carpet that smelled as only a NY carpet can, and read Sandman. I stayed home from parties and read Sandman. I munched on snacks and read Sandman. I found me again in Sandman. I know you know what I mean.
I resisted watching Sandman because I was scared. What if, after all this time, it didn’t feel like old friends embracing but like awkward ex-lovers? What if I didn’t feel anything? What if I was disappointed?
I did not need to be afraid. So. There are no allcaps because my heart hasn’t come up for air yet. It’s too busy hugging @neilhimself. If you haven’t watched #Sandman yet. Go. I’ll wait here on the carpet.
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