Now that the chronicling of the 60 years of the best comic book company that never was is finally completed, the Patient obsessively and compulsively combs over the dusty, undelineated corners of it’s history with a surfeit of fucks given for a deficit of necessity.

After a five month hiatus in the realm of romance, wherein attraction turned to attrition, adoration turned to addiction, and affection turned to affliction, our impatient Patient presents a pageant of patently cogent concepts configured to confound the contingents of comic book cognoscenti. In other words, our Prodigal Podcaster returns to wrap up sixty years of the history of the Amazing Comics Group with sluggish and slurring alacrity borne of apnea-induced exhaustion. You’re welcome.

The worst podcast in the world (tm) gets worser. The center cannot hold. All righty, whoah ho ho!

The startling developments in the Amazing Comics Group from 1994-1995 are recounted with a sober dignity rarely heard from our host’s rye-hole. Ken Burns should call this guy up!

Unused to feeling joy, our host befuddlingly recounts the changes in the Amazing Comics Group from 1992-1993 and discovers he is even worse of a narrator when he’s happy. Don’t worry, he’ll probably fuck it all up soon and return to his usual wretched state. L’Chaim!

The Amazing Comics Group finally enters the 90’s with this lengthy (and girthy) episode. The host details all the transcendent title changes of 1990-1991 like an under paid home room teacher calling out attendance roll. The recent transcendent changes in the host’s life remain unspoken, but raise many doubts in his mind about why he even continues with this escapist nonsense. Even the losers get lucky sometimes.

The Patient adds a soupçon of O.C.D. to his simmering stew of psychological disorders (depression, narcissism, delusions of grandeur, cretinism, vagina dentata, hemi-neglect). He continues to comb over the fabricated comic book company that exists only in his brain instead of doing the mental work necessary to improve his reality. The bats in his belfry and the toys in his attic are increasing at an alarming rate. If we cannot reverse this, he runs the risk of becoming insane in the membrane, and then he will have no brain.

The patient (previously known as the host) appears to be slipping deeper into his psychosis. The mental construct he’s created as a coping mechanism is becoming more elaborate and concrete to his psyche. His narcissistic tendencies have devolved into ludicrous delusions of grandeur. He believes that the imaginary publishing company he’s concocted in his feeble mind as a simple means to escape reality could change the world. The prognosis is not good. In my professional opinion, the patient has gone full-on whack-a-doodle.

What if six of the hottest artists unshackled themselves from work-for-hire servitude at the big comic book plantations and started their own company where they could profit from and control their creations? In 1970? Hold on to your tits listeners, because this episode will tell you the alternate history of Image Comics, 1970! It’s gonna knock the socks off your ass!

Secret origins of a hammy sham creator! Our host reveals his earliest comic book editor fantasies in this incredibly disturbing episode. Born to privilege and leisure, why would a young boy turn inward and escape reality to such a manic degree? This episode offers no answers, and our host isn’t talking. Pray for him, and remember his name when you look up at the night sky