![]() ![]() On my way out, I noticed the Tenth Anniversary book sitting on an impulse rack. I browsed for about ten minutes before sighing and resigning myself to going home empty-handed. The spot for it was empty, so here I was with ten dollars to spend and no book to spend it on. I was at my local bookstore, hoping to acquire a copy of Empire Magazine. ![]() I guess my real love of this comic didn't become apparent to me until earlier today. I won't say that I was forever changed, but I'm pretty sure I went outside and started acting like a dinosaur right after. First I skipped ahead to every colored "sunday comic." After exhausting the supply, I went back and read it cover to cover. It sat neatly on my bookshelf for a couple months, then on a summer day when I was too lazy to go pretend I was a knight (or a robot, or a jedi) I sat in my little nook in the house and started to read it. Noting a chance for something in common (I was a socially awkward kid) I begged my parents for it, saying that "I always wanted this book!" ![]() When I looked at the inside cover, I saw that the previous owner's name was the same as a friend of mine. Show More thereabouts, and I really just picked it up because I was a bored little kid waiting for his parents. ![]()
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