baby let's set off all the burglar alarms

[scrim]

Thank god The Roommate got me some comics. It was like the scene in one of those movies where the almost-completely-brainwashed protagonist stares numbly at some tawdry artifact and regains himself. Except with comics and less swelling music.

PS - Holy crap there are so many comics that I might actually die from it. Except we all know that isn't possible. Goodbye productivity, hello bliss.