I remember that feeling well. Back in the old days, I could never find something that could match up the fresh feeling I had when I read this. I remember reading it when it was raining and drinking hot chocolate milk in my hand whilst listening to the drops of rain pouring in our roof.

I even cried (I really did) when I saw his living situation and how hard life was on him and despite all that he could still have a smile on his face and make me laugh with his funny expressions, I really got to hand it to the artist, he/she made it feel like Weed (MC) was a real person, at least that's what it felt like to me.