8.17.2007

Fuckin' new comic shop...

There's a comic shop walking distance from my place now. It's lame. The one I go to in Tustin rules. This one's closer, tho. They didn't have the comics I was looking for from last week. And he tried to sell me on bags and boards. I told him 'no thanks.' He then proceeds to tell me what they do. Junior, please. I've been collecting comics since you were in diapers. I know what bags and boards do, and I don't want them today. Motherfucker.

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