If there is anything I've learned from comics, it's that you better conceal your secret identity better than you hide your porn from your parents. The concept of another you besides you, has fascinated me for a long time. We are living in a time saturated by superhero mythos, but I was introduced to it in the early 80s by my friend Angel.

She killed, fucked, made the honor roll, became a successful photographer and was tough as a leather vagina. So you'd best to think twice if you hurt he friends existed on mean street of L.A. or copied off her paper in class. Angel’s character was so complex, a new actress had to play her in each of the four films (like Batman). made telling her story. So when it gets late and hazy, and talk turns nerdy as the Keaton/Clooney/Kilmer/Bale debate begins...well, that's my cue to slip away and go watch one of my Angels.