I like looking back at old posts. Sometimes I can’t believe how stupid Mickey has been in the recent past. And I truly believe I can manage even stupider stuff.
I have wanted to be a writer since about fourth grade. I have, in fact, been writing stories and making up lies since that time. So, truthfully… (and as a liar, I use that word with extreme irony) I have actually been a writer since fourth grade. A writer writes. And the longer I fantasize about making money as a writer, the longer I submit myself to the never-ending oxymoronic hell of the writer’s life. I live for the poetry. But you can’t eat poetry. Poetry does not help you live.
As a writer and cartoonist (a word that means a doodling daydreamer of doofy dreams) I go by the name Mickey. But, of course, I am NOT Mickey Mouse. My name is Michael. And the nickname was inspired by Mickey “Himself” McGuire, the rapscallion hero-child that starred in Fontaine Fox’s Toonerville Trolley and inspired Joseph Yule Jr. to rename…
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