Comic Books Got Me Addicted To Bromo Seltzer When I Was 8
I was just nine-years-old when I became a junkie. The monkey that jumped on my young, hairless back was legal and as suburban as Etobicoke, the suburb of Toronto where I lived as a kid.
Mom was my dealer, even though she didn’t know it at the time.
My actual fix was pathetic as street drugs go, but I still thought I was pretty hard-core. After all, I was in grade four, and I was using.
My drug of choice was something you mixed with water; you’d drink it when your stomach got upset. It was known as an, over the counter remedy, a simple everyday antacid that’s no longer sold in powder form — Bromo Seltzer.
I got hooked on the Bromo because of my other weakness at the time; comic books. Superhero comic books to be exact.
As a young lad, I read every superhero comic book I could get my ink-stained hands on. I was obsessed. I’d beg, buy, and even steal from my younger cousin, to devour the latest adventures of a super-somebody.
When I was growing up, back in the mid-1960s, superhero comics were all the rage; every comic book publisher had their own line of masked avengers. The stories, especially the ones from Marvel Comics, changed the way I viewed superheroes and comics forever.
