I used to own this poster. A friend gave it to me as a gift way back when I was at university. I didn’t have any money back in those days, but somehow I scraped together enough to get it properly framed. I loved it. Coop and Rocket From The Crypt? Please.
I don’t think we’d been living together long before she told me that she hated it and she wanted it to go. I struggled for a while, but it didn’t seem important enough for me to make a big deal out of it. I gave it away; I don’t remember to whom.
That must have been way more than 10 years ago. Could it have been 15? Maybe so.
For some reason over the weekend, I remembered that poster. It just kind of popped into my head, and the anger and resentment I thought I had sublimated all reappeared. Turns out I’m still angry about some things –– irrational things that don’t matter at all.
So I’m buying that poster again. It’s a strange ‘fuck you’ to a person who will never know about it, but I’m a strange guy, I guess.