+ carl grimes (and others)
Comic book stores were not Loren's favorite establishments to drop into, especially on weekends. Prepubescent boys gawking at the oversized breasts on a DC heroine and pretentious teenagers in the bodies of men who snob anyone with a collection less than 26 issues strong was not appealing to the mortician. Sure, there was an occasional intellectual and maybe even a cute girl once or twice, but the cons drove away the pros. Nonetheless, he was there. Cigarette dangling from his lips as he thumbed through the wide selection of the Crime/Mystery section, he gave up his search for a particular graphic novel and turned his attention to the young worker behind the counter.
"Ey, ya go' tha' recen' Criminal Macabre comic? Fink i's called, ehm, No Peace Fah Dead Men."
