Wednesday was New Comics Day. And with New Comics Day came the weirdos. Not just the people so enthusiastic about comics that they showed up five minutes before the store opened for the day. Or the unkempt masses that would kill you for even daring IMPLY that Wolverine wasn’t the best character in the history of the medium. Ever. But the guys that insisted the store stay open after dark, even in summer, when that meant being open till ten, so the self-professed vampires could pick up their stack. And the grown men in pirate costumes. They were the worst.
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