So recently I recieved a gift from an old friend.
This friend and I, we go waaaay back. All the way back to Prep, and even possibly before that, I can’t really remember.
Recently he went on a trip to Europe for winning some incredibly lucrative art prize, who’s name I forget at this moment.
Anyway, he brought me back a comic book.
Yeah, laugh it up.
There’s nothing special about a comic book, you say. This isn’t just any comic book – this comic book and I go waaaay back.
Lazy Sunday afternoons at church, my friend and I would pour through these books together. The ones we enjoyed (graphic novels, comic books, whatever you want to call them), we read again, and again, and again. There was one particular one that we thought was particularly awesome – Suske and Wiske.
Truth be told, it’s not the best comic ever made. It’s not the plot, storyline, or characters that make this such an awesome comic – rather, it all those times we shared laughing at the ridiculousness of it’s event’s (there’s one time where some guy shoots an arrow, it somehow does a 180 in mid air behind the target, and knocks out an arrow that has already hit the bullseye from behind), and all those times we read it, engaged in it’s gripping (but somewhat twisted, I’ll admit) storyline.
To be fair, the copy that he bought me back isn’t in english. As far as I can tell it’s in Danish or some other bizzare language – the copy that we read back in the day has now been lost in antiquity, but that was in english. I’ll need a translator to read any of the dialogue, but it’s still awesome being able to look back on those pages and see the graphics that bought us together.
Sure, it’s not the same book. But it’s as good as, and besides – it’s the thought that counts, right?
Thanks mate. You’re a bloody legend – you know who you are 
