The Wrong Jacket

During my prom, I walked out of the ballroom to get some air. Stan Lee came strolling by. I got excited.

In high school, I drew on everything I owned. One day in science, I spent the hour scrawling a back piece of the Punisher on my jean jacket in India ink. It was pretty good, so I kept wearing it.

During my prom, I walked out of the ballroom to get some air. Stan Lee came strolling by. I got excited. I said, "Hey, Stan Lee. Look," and I turned and pointed at my back.

He looked at my back, gave me a thumbs-up, and said, "Keep the faith."

As he walked away, I realized I was dressed for prom and had just shown Stan Lee the back of my tuxedo.