Comic Books. . . IT'S A TRAP
Roaming around Vintage Stock in Owasso, money in pocket. (a very rare thing) And I ponder for an hour and a half over what to buy.
I walk out holding nothing. Because a sudden weight of reality flopped back on my shoulders, deflating my esteem, spinning me for depression spell.
I realized that I don't have a lot of money to spend on a regular bases. In fact, I'm on the poor side. It hurt to detach myself from the graphic novel shelf.
I went home to mom telling me to lighten up and get something for myself for once.
I walk out holding nothing. Because a sudden weight of reality flopped back on my shoulders, deflating my esteem, spinning me for depression spell.
I realized that I don't have a lot of money to spend on a regular bases. In fact, I'm on the poor side. It hurt to detach myself from the graphic novel shelf.
I went home to mom telling me to lighten up and get something for myself for once.