As a quirky kid from a small town, I felt out of sink with my surrounding most of childhood. I realize that this isn’t new or unique. Regardless, it was how I felt, and it wasn’t entirely inaccurate. With an almost compulsory need to go my own way, I was adrift. I wasn’t really into sports. I didn’t hunt. I wasn’t in the band. Yeah these were most of the group dynamics available to me. Then I happened upon graphic novel in my school library. Marvel’s Secrets of the Fantastic