Pascal the Rascal Page 09
When I lived in Spain for a year as a teenager, I was tremendously lonely. I was being homeschooled by my mother who could not even teach a narcoleptic sloth how to take an unexpected nap. Then one day when I was out roaming the streets, I found a thoroughly trashed X-Men comic book. It was dirty, torn, and had all kinds of stains, but I still picked it up because I had not read X-men since we left Sweden. Of course, it was in Spanish, so I did not understand a word but just looking at those panels gave me comfort. I wished that I could just be sucked into the pages and go on adventures with Wolverine, Beast, Phoenix, and the others. Of course, my mother threw it away when she found it a few days later since it looked and smelled like trash!