Wil Smith

Wil Smith is an amazing friend, and he was at the perfect time. I don't know if Wil realizes what kind of positive impact he played when him and I first became good friends. I really want to let the world know how awesome he is and what part he played in my life when I needed a friend the most.

When I was about 19 and still living with my parents Wil would come over every Wednesday and have me tag along with him to the comic book store. I would pick up a few, and we would go get a slice after... good times. That is the sort of thing that I take for granted now, but at the time Wil Smith was my port in a storm. I had a terrible family life, living my step-father was unbearable. He was an absolute terror to me and my brothers and sisters. Wil would pick me up, and pull me out of that hell. So even if it was just a day or two a week Wil would get me out of there. I don't think he realized how bad I had it there, and if he did he never let on. I don't remember if the younger version of me showed his appreciation for you then, but this is me doing it now. I will always cherish our friendship and I want to thank you.

You helped me appreciate comic books more than you will ever know. They take me back to that inescapable feeling of safeness, happiness, and retreat. I hope your friends you have now appreciate you as much as I did then.

I don't know when or even how I met Wil, we sort of traveled in the same click, and the rest is history.

Right now Wil has so many projects he "is going to have a panic attack" and has an awesome girlfriend whom I have never met... my reasoning says that if she picked my friend Wil then she has to be awesome.

(oh, I drew this over my half hour lunch break and only had a pen... sorry I didnt have an eraser.... I keep picking it apart thinking about what I could change. I hope you like it Wil)