I love the guy that runs the comic shop near my house. his name’s Todd and he is the nicest person ever and is always so so helpful and informative and like you can tell he loves what he does so much. he always gives me discounts on shit and gives me free issues of things he thinks I should check out.
I don’t want to shop anywhere else for comics.
The only way to do everything and anything without shame, embarrassment, or fear, is knowing that I may die tomorrow, and I’m okay with that.