Comic Book Lovers
I was daydreaming again and I never heard his voice the first time. I’d been looking at the newest Bob Ross book on painting we’d just gotten in, and wondering what I was going to have for supper. ‘Excuse me,’ he said. I turned and almost dropped the book. There was a boy standing behind me, about seventeen or eighteen, about average height with one of those messy hairstyles where the hair just sort of hangs down on either side of the face. ‘I’m sorry,’ I smiled. ‘Can I help you?’ ‘I’m...