It got better, it really got better, but this guy, J. Jonah Jameson, he had a real hate-y thing going for me. It was founded on some pretty good reasoning, but it wasn't anything to do with me.

[It's weird to talk badly about the guy when he turned around and became better, when he wrote him that eulogy when he was thought to be dead, when things just generally completely improved in that arena. But Peter finds it strange to look back on it now. Those facts seemed to be very small in light of everything else.

He shrugs, or as much as one can from his position.]

But he was the editor of the Bugle, so what he wanted on the front page was ... what everyone got. The other guys who worked there hated it, but he was the boss.