This pass, too, will grant you access to the backstage area of a Grateful Dead concert. Many wonderful things might happen. Something else might happen that’s not that wonderful, but it entirely expected.
For the shows welcoming back Garcia, Bill Graham experimented with an all-child road crew. “The Children’s Crusade went so well, I just figured…It did not go well? The children were all sold into slavery almost immediately upon leaving their homes? WHY DOES NO ONE TUTOR BILL GRAHAM ON EUROPEAN HISTORY!?”
Like I said, it’s nice to see some representation for the backbench, but–and I am a man who used to manage a comic book store–I have no idea who these people are.
The only thing I remember about the Rawhide Kid is that in the edgy, anything-goes Aughts, Marvel did this “mature” comic where he was gay, and hey: gay dude in the Wild West–could be interesting, but the thing looked like it was written by the twelve-year-old everyone’s pretty sure is gonna shoot up the place one day:
“Hey, rawhide Kid. Are you going to pull out your gun? In a gay fashion?
“Why, YEEEEESSSS. Here it is, it’s my gun, lah-dee-dong. Do I smell man-butt?”
And so on for another twenty pages.
(Also, here’s something personal you didn’t know about TotD: I punched the guy who wrote this in a Los Angeles bar.)