Rolling on trash day…


By Shawn Robare

Man it’s shaping up to be a crazy week. I’m sick with my second sinus infection this year after going three or four years without one (that’s all I tend to get, Strep Throat as a kid, and Sinus Infections as a teen/adult.) My cat has decided to regain her thrown as the cat with the noisiest most annoying meow this side of a tiger with a bladder infection and I’m pulling a double at work this Friday. Yeah yeah, I know, woe is me.

I’m the upside I’ve been drawing more in the last two weeks than I have in the last three years which has been very fun. So anyway…

As promised (to whomever I don’t know) here is another picture I dug up of me in the early 80’s. Now I don’t remember my wardrobe all that much as a kid (except for this bitchin’ Michael Jackson Thriller cut-off sweatshirt that was white and has the monster from the video ripping through the front) but I always thought that I remembered me wearing a bunch of super hero Underoos shirts all the time. Well I’ve found the proof and I couldn’t be happier (as I wasn’t really into comic stuff until later in the 80’s.) Exhibit A). is the following:


I want to say that growing up I was a superman fanatic, mostly because of the movies, though I do remember loving the Super-Friends cartoon. Here you can see me in a shirt that I wore to death, as it looks like it’s been washed a million times, roller skating up our driveway in my sister’s hand-me-down blue skates.

As much as I coveted my Big Wheels, I really loved those skates because I really looked up to my big sister and it provided a freer means of travel around the neighborhood. I never quite picked up on the art of using the front brake skids, so I seem to remember holding out a skate sideways behind me to stop which resulted in the most beat-up wheels known to man. What is the significance of this you ask? I meant that I couldn’t wear them inside any of the town’s roller rinks and I do believe that was the first time I ever damned the “Man?. I didn’t quite get to a point where I rebelled and wore them anyways, but I sure as hell day dreamed about lengthy chases around the rink with management and guards all fumbling to keep up with me as I sped around doing figure eights and skating backwards. It’s a wonder I didn’t get into the Roller Derby more when it resurfaced in the early 90’s…