Dark Horse Comics recently unveiled its new series, Boomer Academy: The World Agent Adventures of Manny and Muriel. My superhero folks know how to retire proper and damn if the genetic wandering Jew gene ain't dominant (thank god, this blog would've had to be called something way less shiny like, The Vagabond Bastards And Their Cheetos Connection).
Since turning in their Clark Kent suits (my mom traded in her vast collection of A-line skirts for a banging mini and vinyl thigh-highs), they leave me post-its with the plant watering / dog feeding schedules scribbled on them and half a molding grapefruit in the fridge and bounce. One-upping X-Ray vision, deafness is the current aging superpower so mommy dukes didn't hear me when I screamed out, "Why yes ma, since you asked, I would adore a petrified piece of the Peralta Stone Tablets from your travels abroad!" as they hauled ass to the luggage counter.
That's cool because instead, they brought back snaps of random Spanish graff (the country of conquistadors, quaint cobbled alleys and brooding, hung men. Not the language your gardener speaks, thanks). And the random Europe-by-way-of-JFK-layover-WAX flick, which would make way more sense if you read all the blogs, thanks again.
As I type this, the hard of hearing couple is flying to Tanzania and Uganda (Shon, their arms must be tired. Ugh.) so be on the cookout for another Marvel installment soon. If you're into gorgeous global expressions of angsty youth and goop like that.
Planetary partners purusing the greatest cities on Earth while perserving spray can art. And their sexy. Sure makes leaping tall buildings in a single bound look doo doo.
Word to the mutha land - S.
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