![]() Figuring the best way to my sister’s heart was through her brother’s passion, he gave me the issue. He brought over a copy of Mad #20, one of the last before it became a magazine, and I nearly fainted. ![]() What? A comic book? Yeah, even then I was a serious fanboy. I looked at him as though he had just morphed into Fin Fang Foom. He became aware of my passion for Mad and asked me if I knew the original Mad was, in fact, a comic book. Later on, my sister started dating this guy who was about eight years older than me, my sister being only seven years older. ![]() By the end of the day, I got her to get me a subscription. I copped a copy from my sister’s comic book pile, read it, was completely enthralled, and I coerced my mother (I was seven years old at the time) into buying me the then-current issue, #40. When I was but a tiny brat, I fell in love with Mad Magazine. ![]() The most ridiculous question I’ve asked myself all week is, is this “the greatest comic book story ever?” Who the hell knows? The answer to that question is in the mind of the beholder, and in the case of my mind, well, I change my mind so fast I voided the warranty long ago. ![]()
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