Crystal clear. Broken fear.

"When someone shits on you, you don't run back for more."-Robert Hanssen

The truth hurts. Sometimes it can be like throwing salt into a open wound but wounds heal in time.

Last night was terribly true to me. I've officially lost all respect for Midtown Comics.

Last night ended up being the worst signing I've ever been to. Even worst than my infamous incident with Simone Bianchi. Even worst than my incident with Walt Flannagan at the Kevin Smith signing I went to in 2006 and even worst than, well, worst.

Anyway, last night, I went to another midnight signing at Midtown Comics and I got into it with some asshole employee.

I'm getting my books signed and since there was a five book minimum, I held the extra books that I had in my hand and Peter David who was signing the books, asked me if he could sign the rest of them so I gave them to him and then here comes this lankey fucking employee.

This creep, walks over, grabs my arm and goes: "I said five books only. Next time you come here, I'll kick your ass out. Follow the fucking rules or I'll kick your ass."

I was pissed. I mean, pissed.

I've spent over twenty thousand dollars in that fucking store since 2002 and this motherfucker is biting the hand that feeds him? This son of a bitch is complaining about me getting a few more comics over the limit signed? And on top of that, had the nerve to threaten me and put his filthy fucking hands on me?

Who the fuck does this dude think he is? I put food on his table and money in his pockets.

And like I said once before, last summer: "There's only so much I'll take from anyone."

If your thinking I didn't do anything this time, your dead wrong.

I got back at him. I said some disturbing things in a very, very disturbing tone.

I waited on the line again, got to the front eventually, called him over and then I told his ass: "If you touch me or threaten me again, you won't have a fucking store to throw me out of motherfucker." and after that, I just walked away from his stupid looks and constant studdering.

I'm fucking surprised. Surprised at the store and the way I was treated.

Midtown Comics was once my retreat from frustration and irretation but now, I've lost that solitude too. But hey, I'm not in the business of being disrespected and overall allows it to happen. I'm a very easy going person but when the shit hits the fan I can go from happy to pissed beyond belief in a matter of seconds, that's all.

Maybe it's because of where I come from or the people I come from, family-wise but I don't let anyone, not even those closest to me disrespect me, let alone some thirty-something fuck who's working in a comic book store. It's as simple as that.

Not only did I call the BBB (Better Business Bureau) on the store but the most ironic thing of all is that I was put in charge of advertising today over at Comicbookmovie.com.

Midtown Comics is as good as a viral campaign. They do most of their advertising through Wizard Magazine and a few websites. One of the biggest websites that advertise for them is (You guessed it), Comicbookmovie.com.

Now, answer me this: Do you really think I'm gonna let their advertisements flurish or continue after what that creep did?

You see, I can be an asshole too....