The sad but grateful host describes the releases of 1974-1975 from his fictional comic book company. You will gasp at his editorial acumen, and guffaw at his poor diction. Mental health is given lip service by a man who doesn’t even like to examine his own thoughts because he’s scared of what he’ll dredge up. Drinking is easier than thinking, and if it’s true that people drink to escape their problems, I’m fucking Harry Houdini.