another notch in my bedpost of addictions

They come in many shapes and sizes, they plague large amounts of the population and they can be exceptionally funny to an on-looker. What am I talking about? Addictions, of course. When discussing addictions a person must first accept that they are a failure at life, due to their lack of will power, but that that is okay because everyone else is exactly the same. You must accept and understand that you do not control your life and your finances, but that they are cashed by your bank directly into a black hole. If you wish to overcome what ails you (why bother?) then this realization is essential. If you do not believe you are under the control of any inanimate object or third party element than you either don't know what an addiction is, are in tragic denial, or are under the age of five, in which case you aren't reading this so it doesn't matter.

Why do I bring this up you may ask. The peanut butter and jelly of literature, two words that will never stand alone in my mind: comic books.

A few nights ago, during the storm inspired psuedo-vacation, I was out playing pool with a friend. Afterwards, we decided to grab a bite to eat at Romano's. Once finished this task we walked out of the lobbyesqe restaraunt type place and found ourselves atanding right outside of a comic store. So what did I suggest in this situation? That we should do circles in the parking lot, risking an accident and thus getting a rush of adrenaline? That we should see who could down their soda the fastest? That we should sled down the hill on trays that we didn't have and I only listed this because I wanted to have a list of three things, rather than two, which would be lame. As exciting as these courses of action may seem, I opted instead to urge a trip to the comic store.

To make a long story short I bought a comic, "Secret War" to be specific. The next day, obsessing already, I went for the next part of the five part saga but found out that the store was closed. A deeply upsetting experience. However, my dream of being an addict was not to be cast off by scheduling difficulties and being so enthralled by my reading, I risked death in a horrible, fish-tail prompting, storm the next day to get the missing comic.

Now I am a slave. I'm not embarassed but feel free to put me out of my misery.