My comic book story of the week.
I decided to take a drive on my day off. One thing I was going to do was check out some stores I knew about but hadn’t visited. But first, a little background.
Last year, I picked up the second issue of the comic book OCT. I liked it but the shop didn’t have the first issue. So I started keeping an eye out for it. And nobody had it. 90% of the shops I went to had never carried it (many had never heard of it) and of those that had, they all said that it had been a cult hit and they had quickly sold out of back issues. And, of course, the first issue was the rarest and hardest to get. But I’ve kept looking.
So when I went out this week, there were a couple of comic book stores I planned on stopping at. I found the first one with little difficulty. But they were the kind of store whose motto was “we carry every publisher - Marvel and DC”. No independant titles like OCT there.
I drove around and did some other shopping. Around quarter to six I was driving through the other town I had heard had a comic book store. A few months back, I had been in this town and looked for the store but hadn’t been able to find it. So this time, I had written down the street number to be sure.
With this, I was able to find the side street I was looking for. I turned down it and saw a strip mall. I figured it was the right place so I turned in. But I couldn’t see any comic book store in the strip mall. I got to the end of the strip and I swung around to drive out when I saw a seperate little building out in the back of the strip with the loading docks. Sure enough, this was the store I was looking for.
It was a very small building. I could see the sign saying they were closing at six (ten minutes away) but I figured I’d have no problem checking it out in that amount of time. I stepped in and this place was literally the size of my bedroom. Outside of flea market booths, it has to be the smallest comic book shop I’ve ever been in.
At this point, I should mention that it was not just a comic book store. Its business was comic books and sports collectibles. And when I stepped inside, I could see the main business was sports. The entire comic book display was two four-foot-long shelves next to the door. It didn’t take up too much of my ten minutes for me to check everything they had.
The owner (I assume this place didn’t have any employees) asked me if there was anything I was looking for. Out of force of habit, I asked if he had any issues of OCT. If you had asked me at that moment, I would have readily bet you a thousand dollars on the answer being no and given you good odds.
But his answer was “all I’ve got is the first issue.” And sure enough, he reached into a box and pulled it out. And he was selling it for cover price. I was so stunned, I figured maybe I had stepped into some kind of Stephen-King-Needful-Things comic book shop, so I asked about a couple of other things I had been looking for. Which broke the spell because he didn’t have any of them.
So I bought my comic book and drove away. The whole thing was so improbable that I literally pulled the comic book out of the bag at a stoplight just so I could verify that I hadn’t imagined it all.