![]() ![]() They talk about what their favorite artists are doing or how cool that new issue of “Deadly Class” was or the newest episode of a show based on a Robert Kirkman penned comic. If they haven’t read something I’m buying, they ask me how I’m liking it. They’re the best kind of comic fans in that they’re not judging, but want to discuss. ![]() They’re constantly recommending books based on what I’m buying and letting me know about sales. The folks I’ve encountered at the local comic shop (shout out to Metropolis Comix in Sacramento, CA) have been nothing but great and helpful. Luckily, that hasn’t been the case and my comic shop experience has been great so far. Of course, there are those stereotypes that permeate the comics community of the douchey, know-it-all guys that work at comic shops who correct and belittle folks without mercy and that was something I was genuinely not looking forward to. Though I’ve only been to one of the shops more than once, it’s been a great experience so far. For the first time ever, I had a local comic shop and I had options. I moved to California during 2016 and found out soon after moving that there was not just one, but two, comics shops within about five miles of where I lived. A local comic shop has never been a part of the picture. Even my current run of five or six years of being pretty big into comics and even writing about them regularly for years has been sustained entirely through a Comixology account and copious amounts of digital comics. No matter where I lived, often in the mostly rural South, there hasn’t been a comic shop close enough to actually matter. No matter how much I liked them, comics weren’t always easy to come by.Īs time went on, this pattern would continue to hold. The nearest book store, with only a smattering of trades during my childhood years, was over 30 minutes away. While the idea of a store full of nothing but comics was enticing, it was too far and we were too broke for it to be of any real use. The nearest comic shop, I would later find out, was nearly an hour away. Growing up in rural Alabama, that was about the most access to comics you had. Random issues of the X-Men battling their foes or playing baseball, Captain America saving the world, or Superman being generally super were just fantastic to a kid, even devoid of any and all larger context. Those issues, never in any sequential order and often only telling part of the story for that arc, made me fall in love with comics. I’ve read comics off and on for most of my life, with some of my very first comics being battered copies of late 80s/early 90s books that my brother and I would track down at local flea markets for fifty cents. ![]()
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