Or ammo for a gun you JUST SOLD. Great now I need to replay classic RE4.

Whenever I have these dreams, they're usually tne same: Me, unhappy and skipping classes...then realizing "Wait, I'm-inserrt current age here-..." and then trying to leave. Needless to ssy, I HATE these kinds of recurring dreams.

We had a regular at the shop, a differently-abled young man who absolutely loved the Incredible Hulk. He was, of course, nicknamed Hulk Kid. One Sunday, he was rummaging through the back issue bins when a familiar-looking face from the Comic Buyers' Guide walked through the door.

Brother, there are at least three of us.

It's better than mine.

Unfollowed. You're a psychopath.

You, back on a Daredevil book? Sold.

I learned a new word today!

I get the feeling that would end in some broken fingers...or gouged eyes. Or both.

It's art.

...oh.