
In the summer of 1991 I didn’t even know what a comic book store was.
I’d been reading comics for a little over a year by that point, but I’d been purchasing them at gas stations, drug stores and my small town Wal-Mart. I was 12 years old. When my mother drove by The Comic Interlude, I almost jumped from the moving vehicle. I couldn’t believe there was an entire store dedicated solely to selling comic books. My whole world had changed.
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