I first met Christopher Mills around 1991. And I’ve considered him a friend since that day. We maintained that friendship through mutual respect and talking often online.
He and I disagreed about how many times we’d actually been in the same room together. By my count, it was three. He insisted it was only two.
But one thing we never, ever disagreed on was our love of comic books. Particularly, the amazing comics of our childhoods in the 1970s and 1980s. We both expressed that love through the comics we each wrote and published. His Atomic Action comics and my Gallant Comics shared the same DNA, but he captured that Bronze Age vibe so much better than I did. Reading his Atomic Action comics made me feel like I was ten years old again and sitting down with my haul from the spinner rack at the drugstore.
If there were any justice in the comic book business — and we all know through experience that it just ain’t so — Chris’s would’ve been a household name. He was that good.
Rest easy, my friend.
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