Welcome to Lionel Loves Abby

I first met Abby in 1998.  Her brother used to pick up comics at the Paperback Bazaar, a bookstore that remains to this day one of the coolest places I've been to.

We talked briefly about comics.  She was into the Chester Brown - Seth - Clowes variety, while I was sullenly reading Lucifer.

Fast forward to 2003, when I was on the outs with my ex-fiancĂ©e.  We spoke again briefly at Bull Moose Records, and then she went to California for several years.

Life happened.  She was over there doing her thing helping her uncle, a real estate magnate.  On my side, little worthwhile was happening.  I got suckered into two weeks near captivity in a condo the owner was trying to evict my "landlord" from, then tried to consult on a 1500-website project but wound up stuffed in an apartment over an antique store with an ever-growing collection of closeout antiques.  I had a girlfriend briefly after that until I biked 19 miles one summer weekend, work uniform stuffed in my shirt, only to f…