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I like it when my mom visits me. Something about it makes me feel very adult. I get to ask her if she wants anything to drink, I get to show her my new Jonathan Adler placemats, I get to introduce her to the hi-fi. Stuff like that. I realize that I'm not so very young anymore, but I'm still young enough to stop and marvel at exactly how old I am. Every now and then I'll just be walking down the street and:

"Holy crap,
I'm
twenty-eight

years old.
I'm
an adult."…

Neil Gaiman wrote Sandman, the greatest comic ever, not to mention Stardust, the closest thing to a fairy tale written in the last 20 years—or since Peter Beagle's The Last Unicorn at any rate.

Here's an excerpt. Don't fight it. You'll love it.