Maricel came out of the shower and was standing there wearing just a Punisher T-Shirt and drying her hair. "You're a very nice man." She said. This is usually the part where women break up with me. Maricel took a different tack and decided to jump my bones.
Dear Lord, it has been awhile. Not since She-who-shall-not-be-named ripped out my heart, took a bite, shoved it back in, pulled it out again, took it out and stomped it and then set it on fire. I feel very relaxed. It seems Ellen was right, I did need to get laid. And this magnificent day still holds for me this and this. And the Superman forum, which I will go into in great detail I'm sure. I'm a geek with a girlfriend at a comic conventon. Life is good.
See you in the funny papers....
WoooHooo
Simon
A completely fabricated mystery told in blog form. Witness the tale of Simon Wolfe, a comic dealer who can't seem to stay out of trouble. Remember, since this is a blog, the oldest post is first, so make sure you start at the beginning and work your way back up.
Friday, August 04, 2006
I posted
a metric ton of pics on the store's webpage. FAN-GASAM! in case you didn't know. Hot Cylon Alert!
Talked to Weezer briefly
while Maricel was enjoying the whirlpool tub. He was very excited to tell me he bought something for the store. We've had this conversation one million times. HE IS NOT TO BUY ANYTHING FOR THE STORE. Not ever. But he insists it's very valuable and such a big surprise he wont' even tell me until I get back. I reminded him about the not buying rule and he said and I truly quote him here, "It's okay I used the counterfeit hundred dollar bill I took."
AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Okay, feeling better now. Must think of a way to explain why passing counterfeit money is immoral and illegal to a simpleton. (sorry simpletons)
What was it Bernie Mac said? There's one in every family and if you don't know who it is, it's you. Well, Weezer, it's you! He also said that the Febreeze seemed to be working well. Oh yeah, it's definitely you, dude.
See you in the funny papers....
Simon Wolfe
WDC
AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Okay, feeling better now. Must think of a way to explain why passing counterfeit money is immoral and illegal to a simpleton. (sorry simpletons)
What was it Bernie Mac said? There's one in every family and if you don't know who it is, it's you. Well, Weezer, it's you! He also said that the Febreeze seemed to be working well. Oh yeah, it's definitely you, dude.
See you in the funny papers....
Simon Wolfe
WDC
It was a one bed kind of night...
though we didn't do much sleeping... None of that either, you perverts! Gently liquored and looking for someone to talk to, Maricel just sort of unloaded about the past few years. I knew there'd been some rough stuff, but I guess I didn't quite see the enormity of it until she sobbed it all out at once. Just for a refresher course:
She was born in my hometown in Ohio, lived there until she was five. Her dad was a executive with LCO, a big multi-national company that probably made something in your line of vision right this minute. Family went back home to the Philipines. (Her mother's home. Her father was of Filipino heritage, but had been raised here) When she was thirteen, her dad just vanished. I guess guerilla groups kidnap business people all the time hoping to get ransom from families or companies. But no demand ever came for her father. The best guess was that the kidnappers had maybe accidentally killed him, so there was no point in the ransom deal. So she lived with her mother in a an apartment in Mainla and then grew up to become a teacher. Then about three years ago her mom got real sick and she spent most of her time caring for her and making her money selling stuff on the Internet. Then her mother started going downhill fast and at the same time, the guy she'd been dating for six years dumps her to marry a 19 year old. Her mom died and she's just been in a weird place ever since. She packed up their apartment and moved into a spare bedroom at her Aunt's palce. And she just doesn't know where she's going from here.
I guess I don't have a lot of problems. My parents are still here to annoy me and even though She-who-shall-not-be-named did a number on me, I guess I'm okay.
But Maricel cried for hours before she finally went to sleep. She's sleeping now and I'm trying to be quiet. I just really, really like her. Know what I mean?
See you in the funny papers...
Simon
She was born in my hometown in Ohio, lived there until she was five. Her dad was a executive with LCO, a big multi-national company that probably made something in your line of vision right this minute. Family went back home to the Philipines. (Her mother's home. Her father was of Filipino heritage, but had been raised here) When she was thirteen, her dad just vanished. I guess guerilla groups kidnap business people all the time hoping to get ransom from families or companies. But no demand ever came for her father. The best guess was that the kidnappers had maybe accidentally killed him, so there was no point in the ransom deal. So she lived with her mother in a an apartment in Mainla and then grew up to become a teacher. Then about three years ago her mom got real sick and she spent most of her time caring for her and making her money selling stuff on the Internet. Then her mother started going downhill fast and at the same time, the guy she'd been dating for six years dumps her to marry a 19 year old. Her mom died and she's just been in a weird place ever since. She packed up their apartment and moved into a spare bedroom at her Aunt's palce. And she just doesn't know where she's going from here.
I guess I don't have a lot of problems. My parents are still here to annoy me and even though She-who-shall-not-be-named did a number on me, I guess I'm okay.
But Maricel cried for hours before she finally went to sleep. She's sleeping now and I'm trying to be quiet. I just really, really like her. Know what I mean?
See you in the funny papers...
Simon
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