A tale of overcoming abuse and finding family in the work of Stan Lee. That metallic copper taste hits me first, as my eyes open. I’m nauseated, everything hurts, but I manage to get up for a body scan. What the fuck just happened? Memory fails. Status check, all systems are fucked. Internal integrity stands firm minus the broken nose. After a few breaths, I manage to get up to see my mom standing at the doorway, eyes puffed and raw around the edges. “Dad is outside, he wants
