One day, I was in Westminster in London—this was after we had introduced the character—and I was sitting in a sandwich bar. All of a sudden, up the stairs came John Constantine. He was wearing the trenchcoat, a short cut—he looked—no, he didn't even look exactly like Sting. He looked exactly like John Constantine. He looked at me, stared me straight in the eyes, smiled, nodded almost conspiratorially, and then just walked off around the corner to the other part of the snack bar.
I sat there and thought, should I go around that corner and see if he is really there, or should I just eat my sandwich and leave? I opted for the latter; I thought it was the safest. I'm not making any claims to anything. I'm just saying that it happened. Strange little story.
>>83640028
Must be great being a spot-on cosplayer, you could mess with these drug-addled loons to no end.
>>83640028
This is supposed to be from another time Allan Moore met Constantine.
>>83640249
Is the Gaymin known for consuming lots of the drugs?
>>83640028
>"look at me, i have silver eyes, i have plot armor, life is so easy, weh weh weh..."
>>83640028
fall of this year
are there any more stories like this? I kind of remember one about someone getting there life saved by namor
>>83643186
Don't worry P. Mama we'll get you back, somehow someway.