By: Ryan Fisher

The thought that I was getting old had never really crossed my mind until last weekend. The look of sheer, passionate joy in that little kid’s face as held that comic in his hands. He looked as though he’d found a Silver Aged gem, but no… in his hands was X-Men #1 by Jim Lee. I literally remember being old enough to buy that one NEW from a comic store… As if the receding hairline and the slowly bulging gut wasn’t enough of a clue, I now had this little brat waving my mortality in my face.

In that one moment I felt as if my priories changed. Suddenly I felt like I should be discussing the finer points of canned peaches or recalling how “in my day 10 bucks would get you a full tank of gas.” Although I’m confident that I still have a little time before I pick out the gel seat on my Rascal… the kid sure knew how to ruin my Saturday.

It’s ok though, I got him back… I didn’t tell him that spending $5 on that comic was a complete rip off.