The coolest comic, Lilla Fridolf. Most of the time, I have read it while laying on my bed eating candy. Now it has become my reading material in the washroom, although that doesn't mean I like it any less. It's a real shame that this comic has changed beyond recognition since a new writer took over after the old one passed away. A new illustrator also replaced the old one, changing the look of the characters to the point where I don't even want to read the comic anymore. That's normal though since no comic can last forever. I consider Lilla Fridolf no longer printed. It's a comic of the past and they should just let it rest in peace and not continue to soil its good name. I will always cherish the old comics though and I will gladly search through flea markets to try to find any old issues that I don't already have. It's rare to come across them so when I do I get almost ridiculously happy. I look like a racoon searching through a garbage can when I rifle through piles of old comic books. When I come across a Lilla Fridolf I almost gasp out loud. "WOW!"
That happened yesterday when I visited the flea market downtown, which I do every now and then just to see if they have gotten in any Lilla Fridolf. They rarely ever do. This time they did! I was ecstatic. I was able to find over 10 issues. Unfortunately I only had cash for 6 but the guy let me have 8 for the price of 6. I guess he could see the desperation in my eyes as I stood there with the comic books in front of me, searching through my wallet for any coins that might have hidden in the corners.
So now I have a new stack of comics, some of which I have never read before, so it's a real treat.
There is something so comforting about old comics. They're so safe. They conjure up images of childhood and bright colours and imaginary worlds.
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