Thumbing through yellowed pages on the creases where old bookmarks scar the paper, pouring over the pictures you can easily sketch from memory, wondering aloud what shaking hands with the hero would feel like, rehearsing what you’ll say on the day you meet face to face. When it’s hard to sleep you squint so tight that crow’s feet grow deep and little specks of yellow disrupt the darkness. After awhile, the black becomes grey and begins to take shape as the pictures you’d recognize anywhere, and can sketch from scratch. The figures begin to move and without warning you’re inside the story, “driving cars off cliffs, taking whips into lion’s dens.” It’s still a bit dark out when you shake awake, the storybook’s leather binding high against your chest, and sighing, you say “Oooooooooh I wanna groooooooow up to be Christopher Wright, and ooooooooh I wanna grooooooow up to be Christopher Wright.”

The above adventure was inspired by the self-titled song The Daredevil Christopher Wright

Stay tuned for the first entry in Yours Truly’s “So The Story Goes” series with The Daredevil Christopher Wright.