I think during my whole childhood I knew one other Adam.
Now, through the wonder of the internet, I know of about 5 or 6 "Adam Freemans." Google has these alerts you can set to be e-mailed whenever a specific phrase or name is used online. I get daily little alerts with any mention of "Gene Simmons Family Jewels" and any articles that mention me or Marc, or our comic projects.
So over the course of the last two years or so I feel I have come to know some of the other Adam Freemans out there.
- One is a host of England's version of the home shopping channel.
- One is an artist that specializes in wildlife paintings - this is the lucky bastard that beat me to registering adamfreeman.com.
- One is an author of computer programming text books which makes me look pretty damn smart if you search for me on Amazon.com. It considers us the same person so right next to a comic book featuring big, dumb monsters is a textbook on how to program in A++.
- One Adam Freeman actually owns a comic book shop about 45 minutes north of me. Even more coincidental, he spells his name Atom like I did in high school to piss my teachers and parents off. Unlike me, I grew out of it (sorry Atom!)
And today I discovered a new Adam Freeman. One who is a new dad, but is not having the same luck that I am. Adam and Aimee Freeman live in Charlotte, NC and have a newborn named Kayleigh. Apparently Kayleigh was born very premature. I believe she was 1 pound when she was born three weeks ago.
I got sent a link to their blog and thinking perhaps it was an interview with me or something I clicked on it. You know, for all my bitching, my New York Jewish paranoia and self loathing I DO realize I have it very lucky. I have a beautiful wife, two beautiful healthy girls and I get paid to hang out with KISS and write comic books. In the grand scheme of things, who am I to complain?
Anyway, in this odd moment of warmth that may never come again, I want to send my best to Adam, Aimee and little Kayleigh Freeman. Your positive attitude is really inspiring and makes me look even more like a dick.
(see, I did manage to bring back to being all about me in the end...)