My copy is yellow-brown and obviously spent a lot of time folded in quarters as it was transferred from wallet to wallet.
Now, interestingly enough, in 1990, I was dating this guy and that guy (aka, sleeping around, remember when you could do that and no one thought badly of you?), but somehow I must have known that the big lifetime thingamajig that other people seem to do so easily was going to elude me, probably forever. Otherwise, what would have prompted me to hold onto this tattered cartoon for TWENTY YEARS? Holy shit, I just realized I've been holding onto it for TWENTY YEARS!
Christ, that's scary.
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The second panel is what used to scare me. I wasn't a big enough risk taker.
Ace
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