Time spent catching up with the guys at the Comic Shop shouldn't really have happened. Sure, cordiality was in order and a time piece for chatter was mentioned, but clouds were burnt overcast and legs were rendered weak from constant power lifting of boxes averaging twenty kilograms. One third off was passed and the light sprinkle should have signaled a block powered sprint home. Alas, the rain pushed down hard and fast with a mere two-thirds left to walk. Quick shifting put the comics just bought under the covers of a few sweaters. Dry as they were, the sweat was pooling and started taking them from the inside while the slow creeping seep tried to enter from out.
Stepping across the threshold, the clothes, shoes and backpack were utter soaked. A rather mighty haul, lay overs from missing at least a week, smelt okay to the touch. With the final ever issue of Bone, the first ever of Astonishing X-Men and a landmark fiftieth of 100 Bullets thrown in the mix, the worst was taken by MK Spider-Man. Covered in slightly warped feelings it was the worst of what could have been and a lesson in knowing when to bolt with dark skies looming.
Friday, 11 June 2004 - 13:04
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