Dr Strange

As a kid, just like most boys, I indulged in comics books once in a while. I didn't get hung up too much on them, but they were a couple I looked forward to. The most favorite of mine was Dr Strange. I thought he was so hot! Tall, handsome, facial hair! Just yummy! The fact that he developed magical powers after a debilitating accident was a bonus. That's probably what sparked my interest in the occult. I wanted to be him on a subconscious level. I imagined myself a dapper, unassuming gentleman of privilege with a secret. I feared nothing or no one. I could handle myself. I could only use my powers for good, as bound by oath to do. I had many daydreams of saving the world from certain evil behind the scenes, stealthily doing good for mankind. I followed along in his adventures as though they were my own. As an adult, I had forgotten about Dr Strange for many years. Several years ago, while cleaning and organizing a storage closet, I stumbled across one his comic books. I reread it with renewed interest. Yesterday to combat boredom, I was browsing around Amazon.com, and what did I find? A dvd of Dr. Strange. I ordered it! I can't wait to get it and relive a bit of my past again.