Not Enough Gun: AMC’S Preacher Trailer Reviewed

November 16th, 1986. A day I’ll always remember. I was wearing a wee plaid pinafore and a huge smile when I walked into church that morning due to my mother finally granting me permission to bring my very favorite stuffed animal (it was a huge cloth and plastic Baby Smurf, if I’m being specific) to Sunday School. Normally she would never let me bring my toys out of the house, but that day? That day was special. I could barely contain my joy as I walked into the classroom, that is until I heard five words that would follow me around for the next 28 years. [quote_simple]”Whitney, you have to share.”[/quote_simple] November 16th. 1986. The day I learned that I can’t have shit to myself. My mother, bless her heart, is the type of woman who wouldn’t let my brother and I watch The Box (because Luke/2 Live Crew videos) but who would buy us long boxes of random comic books to read sans supervision. It was inside one of those rando boxes that I found issue #1 of Preacher. Andy, our comic book supplier, stuck it in with my Mother’s pulls because he knew she had a thing for Sandman and all things Vertigo. She, not knowing the sheer amount of trill badassery inside, passed it my way. For many years, it was one of my little secrets, a barometer I used when determining what kind of comic book geek I was engaging at any moment. I was fine with that, too, until someone at AMC decided that fooling around with The Walking Dead just wasn’t good enough. Ugh. Anyway, these are the things I’m 100%…