I was introduced to comics at a very young age by a person who would continue to be my best friend through most of my younger years. I remember the giant military trunk at the end of his bed. It was painted dark green and stenciled with black lettering. I remember my wonder when he opened the trunk and I saw the treasure trove of plastic-sleeved comics lying inside. The first time he showed them to me I got lost in countless stories and stylized art, and for many visits to come I would get lost in many more. While I never did much comic collecting myself (comic cards were more my speed), I did have...