Nothing makes you feel so small and helpless, than seeing someone you care about cry.
Nothing cuts you to the core than seeing someone so strong and proud, drop the curtain on their heart, and let you see there pain. To have so much pride striped away, choking back tears. Not wanting you to see this side of themselves. To see that they too, are as frail and imperfect as the rest of us.
And nothing is more humbling then a friend feeling that safe about you, to open up that wound in your presence.
And thats the true beauty in sadness.
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Hi, my name is Jason. I was wondering if you ever went to World's Finest Comics in Pico Rivera.
Went to? I worked there for a bit.
yeah, hey Duke! My name is Jason, I was a skinny boy that hated Charles while I 'worked' at worlds finest. I have a few of your old drawings that you made for me while you were showing me the basics of art. You were a big influence on me as a kid...
To be honest, I don't know anyone who "liked" Charles, so that's a broad brush stroke. But, I do remember you. Look me up on Facebook and we'll bitch about him.
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