Oh, Fuck

A ginormous sign suspended above me, only a few letters still illuminating the two simple words Astro Comics. It was located in an old house and divided into distinct sections, the comic shop and the Golden Age comic shop. Had I not glanced across the parking lot while driving past and caught the shitty excuse for a sign set back from the road, I would have mistaken the place for a rundown shack. A bell tinkled as the door opened.The cashier refused to acknowledge my existence being that he was already burying his eyes into a 1970’s playboy mag. Vintage porn. Well we all have our hobbies.

I make my way down the narrow aisles as the aroma of musty pages and mothballs invades my nose. Comic Book Guy is probably used to this smell. Honestly, I would be so embarrassed to be a grown adult whose favorite pastime is this nerdy shit but whatever. Like I said before, we all have our hobbies.

Being the cheap piece of shit I am, I instantly make my way to the books that aren’t fucking $500. Maybe that doesn’t make me cheap, but it just makes me sane. I emit a sigh as I struggle to find anything worth purchasing. I’m sure the guy probably owns 99% of these already. Fucking Great. My eyes are then immediately drawn to a package deal of comics with the title hidden by a new release sticker. Perfect. Books he won’t already have. Good job Iero you’ve done well. I simper as I walk back to where the cashier is standing, noticing a little bounce in my step. “I’d like to purchase this please.” I say politely. The greasy looking man lowers his Playboy to observe me. “Oh yeah.” He says chuckling. Was he laughing at me? I think to myself. I means he’s the one reading porn that my dad would probably have even though the man looks 20 at most. So if anyone deserves judgement here it's this guy. “That will be 50. Cash or credit?” He asks me as he scans my purchase. “Credit.” I pause. “Hold on, did you say 50? As in $50?” My small moment of victory has now abandoned me. “ No, I want you to pay me in 50 sandwiches. Yes $50.” I already dislike his unnecessary attitude. “You know what fine take it I don't care.” I grumble as I hand the greasy pig my card. “And here you go my man.” He says, handing me the plastic bag containing the comic books. “Thanks” I say obviously annoyed. “Hope you enjoy it.” He cheers followed by a wink. I look back at him in disgust. What the fuck was that? I think to myself as I speed walk out of the rundown shop. You better except this shit Comic Book Guy because I did all of this for you.

Notes

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