What I was doing at 1:18 A.M. on Aug. 27th 1985 -

I was drawing this.

I'd have been a junior in High School. I'm glad I took the time to record... the time.

I used to draw this guy all the time. He was my Superman rip-off character.

He's Superman - if Jor-El had skipped the whole 'rocket to earth' idea and fashioned the Fortress of Solitude into an armored suit that would allow young Supes to survive Krypton's explosion, leaving him to wander the universe all alone.

His only vulnerable part was his exposed head, but he could get it literally splattered apart and it would just regrow, muscle wriggling its way over bone... He'd be fine. His consciousness was maintained by the suit. He'd get destroyed and the suit would rebuild him with whatever materials were available. I think in the second drawing he's been remade from minerals or something. By the look of it, this happened sometime in October of 86.

He was kinda cool now that I think about it. I called him 'Protector' which is a stupid name and really relates more to the suit than anything.

I can actually remember drawing this, what my world looked and felt and smelled like at that point in life.

Crazy how time flows and we sink as we surf its wave. Ooooh so deep... so cool.