Jonathan Negrón Rodríguez

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I clearly remember that it was the year 2003 when my father José Negrón first enlightened me with his story of how he founded Krazy Comics, if not the first, one of the first legitimate Puerto Rican comic book companies in Puerto Rico in the year 1991. I was no older than twelve by the time he first told me. I found this story fascinating; not because of the details of his story, those could not enthrall me for I didn’t understand the inner workings of a company and its ethics. No, I found this story remarkable, simply because it was about comic books and superheroes flitting around in colorful costumes saving the fine citizens of Puerto Rico from another tyrannical threat. Now, nine years later, I’ve asked my father to relay the story through me again to keep it on record, and this time I saw it through brand new eyes.

My father conveyed the story in such a fashion that I had never seen him do before. It seemed so raw and emotional; it brought nothing but nostalgia to him. Both blissful recollections of his enjoyment at seeing all these ideas and years of planning that were conceived and brought to life in the concrete style of print. There was a melancholic dreariness of seeing no progress in the company’s publicity or the audience’s interest. It was the first time I’ve ever had my father relate something so deeply and emotionally important to him. I wouldn’t say that it felt uncomfortable to see my father this way. It was a lot of emotion to take in and it provided me with a broader melancholic understanding and perception of my father’s story. My only regret was that I lacked the equipment to capture any audible evidence of such an event. I feel that my creation of such a tale will fall short of what it actually was and whatever feelings it may have provoked.

My father had informed me of things that I had not known and could not even begin to understand at the age I was when he first told me the story. He had just now given me a more intellectual and general understanding of the ethics and progression of owning such a company. He had also graced me with the details of how he had met the artists that helped nudge him in the direction of this company and his relationship to such artists. He even restored to me memories of my own that I never knew I even had. I was a toddler then, no older than two years old, and I would sit next to the artists in their workplaces. I would doodle right next to them, hoping that my distorted drawings of dinosaurs and stick figures would gain their approval. So, I guess it was a nostalgic experience of my own as well.

I learned more about my father and his passions; passions that I didn’t know still lurked underneath his skin and surfaced from the back of his subconscious. I saw a side to him that I had not had the pleasure to see before, and it gave me a better understanding as to what kind of man my father is, a visionary. I learned more about myself, as well. I learned that I was a prince, one heir to the throne of a once potential comic book empire, to which my father was the king. And here is how the monarch informs his son, the heir and prince, how he had forever renounced the throne of an empire that crumbled before it could even be completely raised from the ground.



Jonathan Negrón Rodríguez is a twenty-one-year-old, fourth year English student from Yauco, who studies at the University of Puerto Rico and wants to become a successful writer according to society and make an impact in the modern world of literature.

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