Cerebus by Dave Sim
In memory of Leeboy, who died a year ago today. I can't imagine a better brother.
To the brother who explained the true darkness of Batman to me when I was a little kid and bought me my first comics, who picked that one poppy in the field for me because I thought it was pretty, who would talk about death with me, and tell me stories and give endless advice. To the brother who gave me my first camera in the shape of a clown, and told me it had to be a Night Rod if I'm going to have a Harley. To the brother who called me little shit, pink top and little LB, the brother who explained everything without judgement, shared so selflessly and set me on the path to good music. To the brother I could say a thousand things about, you are missed.
To Leeboy, who would be first to rip the shit out of me for being so soft as to blog about you. We love you 'Cerebusx'.
