Around a million years ago, I owned a comic book shop. One day a local neighborhood jackass (who will go nameless) stumbled in with a wide grin and slides a paper underneath my unenthused eyes. The caption screamed:
“GROWN MEN WHO SELL COMIC BOOKS?! THEY ARE… COMIC SHOP CLERKS OF NORTH AMERICA”
The highly detailed illustrations of eight inbreed imbeciles stared up at me. Although I was being mocked, and in my own store no less, I was at a loss for a retort, for I was completely captivated by the artist’s rendering of the emotionally crippled and physically deformed comic shop brethren.
“GROWN MEN WHO SELL COMIC BOOKS?! THEY ARE… COMIC SHOP CLERKS OF NORTH AMERICA”
The highly detailed illustrations of eight inbreed imbeciles stared up at me. Although I was being mocked, and in my own store no less, I was at a loss for a retort, for I was completely captivated by the artist’s rendering of the emotionally crippled and physically deformed comic shop brethren.
How apropos it was to find that this little artistic gem was from a book entitled WARTS AND ALL by Drew Friedman and Josh Alan Friedman. The Friedman brothers creates a surrealistic black and white stippled world of the greats and near greats; the famous and infamous, all thrown into outrageous settings and situations. My favorite: TOR JOHNSON IN NEW YORK!
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