This poem is about the stereotype of a guy that is quickly becoming an anachronism. This type of guy is alive and well and still significant, because he is the one holding the big two comic corporations aloft.

It should also be said that this character and poem is made of a real guy. I won’t give more details than this because he might read this someday.

Let’s be honest… We all know this guy don’t we?

Let’s hear YOUR comic shop guy stories!

(((OuT)))

Gabriel Dunston
-PookeyG-