Splurge

I walked into my local comic book shop (Big Brain, yo!) intending to pick up “just a few things”. I walked out an hour later with a slightly dazed expression, a plastic shopping bag densely packed with brightly colored reading material, and a receipt containing a dollar figure that I do not care to repeat. It’s a good thing I don’t have another paid holiday until May; I’m not sure my bank account could handle the shock. But I’m looking forward to checking out the first volume of Harry Potter riff Unwritten and the first few issues of post-alien-invasion-epic Resurrection.