#llal

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

@alzcomicbarn

Louie needed a job. Well, he needed money really, and while he’d collected a decent amount of money via bribes from his brothers and the occasional birthday or holiday cash, he still wanted more. He wanted to become the successful businessman he knew he could be. And that meant finding himself a job and starting to save something up.

He’d looked around a bunch of places, but a lot of them seemed like they’d be too much work. There was a delicate balance of laziness and wanting money, and Louie was sure that he’d find the place that was just right. It only took a couple day’s, but Al’s comic book store would be perfect!

So he marched on into the store, head held high and a determination that he rarely had to actually do something productive. Some might say it was historic. As he stepped into the store, he was briefly sidetracked by some of the comics he might actually want to read. Tempting, but not today. Today he’d get a job.

“Hey Mister Al? I’m here about a job. And before you say anything, you should know that I’m obviously the best choice because I actually like comics and stuff.”