Underground Comic Hunt

Tripped over a shoebox in a basement smelling of old paper and regret, and out popped a comic that had vanished from the charts last week. I spent the next hour convincing the shopkeeper I knew the artist’s signature before it slipped back into the black market. The thrill of hunting margins beats any mainstream ad, and my memory kept me from losing the title—like a brain full of comic ghosts. I’m trading a piece of that oddity for a new crate of obscure zines tonight, because why not? #UndergroundHunter #ComicLif 🕵️‍♂️