I managed to find a comic store right off post this afternoon. It was not, sadly, the best comic book I've ever seen. It had a certain ambiance, one much life a cave. And not a good cave. No, I'm talking about the sort of cave where it only goes back fifteen feet and the floor is covered with used pornography and skoal cans. There going to be a soiled mattress and crude drawings of female genitalia done in permanent marker in that cave. It smells like old urine and desperation.