For my comic purchasing needs, I go to Midtown Comics which is in, surprisingly, midtown. Zac and I normally make a trek over there once a week, and it's a little bit of a walk, but the selection, service, atmosphere, and purchasing incentives make it all worth it.

Yesterday was Wednesday, and I was not planning on dropping a large amount of money on comics this week. I wanted to get the new Y: The Last Man and the first issue of Warren Ellis's new series Global Frequency. I had lunch with some friends on St. Mark's Place, and I was right across from St. Mark's Comics, so I decided to just pick up my two issues there, saving myself a trip to Midtown during this busy week.

Now I remember why I don't go there. To St. Mark's. What a bunch of jerks. I just felt, the entire time, like they would rather I not be in their store. I plan to grant their request, and am pleased to continue to spend my money at Midtown-- where I joke about them calling me "bro" but still kind of appreciate it.