ComiCentric Issue 102: I ain’t afraid of no Modesto.
In the torso of the SGV there is a comic shop, nestled between lively liquor and an antiquated library. Overlooking this haven of geekery, a cool old cat called Crux. The so-called unofficial guardian of the shop, on this of all Saturdays. While his friend and proprietor of the comic shop ventured off to Modesto for the cool creator’s comic convention, Crux took it upon himself to keep things in order. I ain’t afraid of no Modesto.
Upon opening the comic shop, Crux embarked on his mission. With graceful leaps and meticulous paw purrrecision, he dusted every corner and arranged the comic books with purrrfection. His whiskers twitched with satisfaction.
But peace be fleeting in the world of a comic shop. Every time Crux settled down for a catnap, the door would open and announce the arrival of new customers. With a howdy and or a hello, Cruz greeted them with a nonchalant flick of his tail, observing their browsing habits with keen interest. Interjecting and asking if they needed help.
Throughout the day, Crux found himself engaged in unexpected conversations. Old customers reminisced; newcomers sought recommendations from the feline aficionado. Whiskers purred contentedly as he shared his knowledge of comic books.
Despite the interruptions, Crux reveled in the companionship of the comic shop. Forging new connections and strengthening old bonds, all while ensuring that the store remained impeccable.
As the day drew to a close and the last customer bid adieu, Crux surveyed the shop with a sense of accomplishment. His friend may have been off on a grand Modesto adventure, but Crux knew that his own day had been just as rewarding. With a satisfied yawn, he locked the door, picked up dinner went home, put away his AK, and settled into his favorite spot. To do his favorite thing; read some comics of course.