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December 21, 2007
Comic books were one of my first loves as a child. My uncle gave me a HUGE stack of X-Men comic books when I was nine years old and I never looked back. The writing and the artwork back in the late seventies and early eighties were so good and I couldn’t have been happier.

Unfortunately, I moved in with a girl thirteen years later and after a particularly nasty break-up, she took my entire comic collection (which was vast at that point) and sold it for sixty bucks; talk about someone wishing he could have superpowers to exact revenge…