This is the way the world ends.
Well, not the whole world.
This is the way my world ends, then.
You look confused. Let me back up a little.
My name is Billy Bishop, but you may know me as The Big Bang—the world’s most powerful super-powered hero.
Actually, you don’t, although you used to. Don’t worry, I’ll explain that in a bit.
When I got my powers, I thought I’d hit the jackpot. Sure, absorbing all that radiation stung like a son of a bitch. My hair fell out, my skin turned a sickly yellow, and my body burned for months in places you places you literally cannot imagine. But I was alive! The experimental treatment not only got rid of my cancer, but it imbued me with the ability to reshape reality itself. I could alter the chemical composition of molecules with a gesture, rearrange subatomic particles with a glance. I could travel through time and space and other dimensions you’ve never even heard of like crossing the street.
Pretty sweet, right?
Problem is, I’m not really good with science. Continue reading
“THAT’S for not returning my emails!”
You wouldn’t know it to look at me, but I’m a violent guy.
First of all, I’m a consumer of violence. I’m drawn to thrilling crime fiction, in which sex is used as a weapon and bullets pierce the night like lightning bugs.
I geek out on superhero comics, with grim-faced vigilantes and haughty superegos in bright primary colors dispensing justice while acting outside the law. Continue reading
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Before I turned 40 I’d already marked the passing of childhood friends who died too young, and felt the sharp pang of regret that I didn’t do enough to stay in touch while they were still alive. I decided I didn’t want that to happen with Tony*.
Tony was one of my best friends in high school. When his parents kicked him out of the house, which was often, I let him sleep on my bedroom floor without telling my parents. When I lost my virginity to a woman 12 years my senior, it was Tony who helped engineer the whole thing, borrowed my car to take all of our friends home from the party at her house, and slept in my car in her driveway the next morning.
I moved to Atlanta 11 years ago, and we haven’t been really close for far longer than that. Continue reading