Nothing Swings Like a Marvel Medallion, Baby!

When I was a 12 year old Marvel Maniac, I had a vision of what my young adult life would be.  This vision was formed based on my love for Marvel Comics and what I had read of the Marvel Bullpen and the writers/artists who worked there.  It was something like this;

• I would live in Greenwich Village, in a cool pad near Dr. Strange's Sanctum Sanctorum.
• I'd have long hair and a beard, just like Serpico, but I'd be much taller than Al Pacino.
• I would hang out with Steve Englehart and Jim Starlin.  We would discuss philosophy, Marvel continuity, and how to attain cosmic consciousness.
• On the weekends, Don McGregor and Steve Gerber would drop by and we would go to the movies.
• Chris Claremont and I would visit Continuity Associates and beg Neal Adams to draw the X-Men again.
• I'd get a frantic call at midnight from Len Wein or Marv Wolfman, who would beg me to take over writing the Defenders when Gerber decided to leave.
• Chicks would dig me because I was wearing one of these hip Marvel Medallions...

Of course, if I was looking for a girlfriend, I'd wear the Conan medallion.  That's more masculine and the aura of Conan's manliness would seep through the metal, perhaps endowing me with a certain musk.  The Spider-Man and Hulk medallions would be worn when I was around my Marvel buddies.  How would any woman be able to resist that 12K Gold Filled Neck Chain and Holder?  I had visions of dancing in Studio 54 with Andrea True's More More More playing in the background, with the glint of the gold metal reflecting off the disco ball. Or perhaps, more appropriately, Hot Chocolate's You Sexy Thing.

I have no idea why I never sent away for these medallions.  I bought the 7-Eleven Slurpee cups, was a charter member of FOOM, and collected all 100 Marvel Value Stamps.  They say just before you die, you think of all the things you regret in life.  Not having these medallions will be one of them for me.  Nuff said.