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It's over 20 years late, but thank you, Stan Lee. Bet you never thought that snotty chick from the comic shop in a little town in Oklahoma would be wearing Captain America leggings. Actually, you probably wouldn't be surprised. I shook your hand and told you I didn't read any of those mainstream comics. I liked indie titles. (Yeah, I thought I was edgy.) You told me you just liked heros and seeing the good guys win. Then you smiled and told me you didn't mind that I wasn't a fan. You were just glad I was having fun. I had some sanctimonious junk in my head about the crass commercialism. Blah blah blah. This was around the time Image Comics came about. Angela was my gateway drug. A character who due to a very strange custody battle is part of the Marvel family now. I suppose I'm still following her around. You were gracious and kind. I was a brat. You were right, the world needed heros. Still does. Thank you for bringing us so many and always having so much fun with it. I never got to tell you that I'm sorry for being a brat so many years ago. I don't know when it happened, but you became a hero to me.
Thank you for making the world more magical and not calling me out for being so full of myself.