Why I want to meet Warren Ellis
We share a lot of the same internet space.
Met him one night in a bar in New York City—one of the three “Blarney Stone” dives within a three-block radius of Penn Station. A comic geek friend of mine knew someone who knew him, and had drunk with the man before when he was in town, and he was invited out one night when Warren was passing through, and, thoughtfully, he invited me. I don’t remember much about it, honestly—as I recall, we all got pretty fiercely drunk. Which, I think, is as it should be.