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Wednesday is new comic day.

When I was a little kid every wednesday I would ride my bike to the comic shop. I went even when I was broke. Sometimes I would help them put all the comics in bags with boards. Then I would tape the bags shut. Doing so would get me a few free comics. I guess that was kind of my first job, except that they cut the money bullshit out and just gave me comics. I would also do other stuff, like washing the windows.

It's weird. I went no matter what. I even knew ahead of time if any comics I wanted were coming, but EVERY wednesday I visited the comic shop.

I have recently started going to the comic shop every Wednesday again. A friend of mine lives like a block away from one, so I walk over to his place Wednesday afternoons, and we stop by the shop. This is really kinda weird because I don't buy any comics on wednesday anymore. It's all trade paperbacks for me, and even then, it's pretty much just Alan Moore's America's Best Comics line.

So why the hell am I there EVERY WEDNESDAY. I know it's super dorky, but I just like being in a comic shop. Expecially a really good one. And Wednesday is the BIG DAY for comic shops. It's new shipment day. It's when all the other geeks are coming in to get their new books. It feels kinda like home.

After the comic shop we go back to my friend's place, and for some reason we almost always wind up watching Dismissed on MTV. I don't ever watch TV at home, so the culture shock is pretty strong. I'm pretty sure I hate that show.

On the way home every day there's this old lady who asks for change. She doesn't need the change. She sits there, wearing her warm clothes, in a fold our chair, and when she gets enough she goes across the street to Starbucks and gets a fucking latte, then she goes back to harassing people because she's old and stupid and doesn't have anything better to do. I fucking hate her. Her voice is SO GOD DAMN TERRIBLE. She says the same thing to EVERYONE, EVERY SINGLE DAY! GOD! SHE'S FUCKING HORRIBLE! I WANT TO KICK HER IN THE NECK! It's so high pitched and scratchy and GAH! It's like the aural equivilant of being kicked in the nuts. And she's not even coherant! It's like "cAN youSpare innie SHanger ahDAlllerrrrrrr!" I'm not sure if she's saying "Can you spare any change or a dollar?" or "can you spare any change at all sir?" She says the same thing to girls so I think it might be the first one.

But you know, even with the evil old woman harassing me twice, I still enjoy Wednesdays more than any other weekday.