First Chapter of Wag and the Distant Bums

Previously Known as Pigtown

Wag Durmster had no knowledge of baseball other than the random glimpse of it on television or whenever it strayed onto newspaper headlines as it had today -- “Cubs-Tribe in Wild Series Finish” shrieked a New York Post headline from a newspaper rack. The colder days of autumn were just around the corner, chronologically. It was just a few days before Halloween. Randomly exploring the streets north of their primary school, Wag and his best friend, Pasquale Giacalone, shuffled down Bedford Avenue, discussing what costumes they planned to wear for Halloween.

“I think I might wear a bunch of boxes and paint them lots of colors and be a walking set of building blocks,” Pasquale mused.

“That’s pretty good,” Wag said, “I figured my mom could make me into a comic book with arms and legs. I want to have lots of pages with a whole story in front and then have another bunch of pages with a different story on my back.”

“Who’s gonna write the story?” asked Pasquale.

“I am.” Wag said. “I could think up a really good one.”

“And would you draw the comics, too? They’d have to be real big.”

“So? I could do it. I know all about comic books. I read lots of them.”

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