I jumped back over the counter and emailed Mark back and told him I would love to display the comic. I hoped secretly that she would be the one to deliver the display but my hopes we dashed to bits on the reef when Mark, himself, showed up. Mark was your stereotypical young hipster indie guy. He was wearing purple skinny jeans, black horn-rimmed glasses, black Chuck Taylors, and a tight vintage Spiderman t-shirt.
“Are you Harvey?" he asked placing a big box right in front of the counter. “That's what people tell me," I said looking at him quizzically. “Mark, Mark Wilkinson." He said holding out his hand. “Oh, hey, you do the delivering yourself?" I said coming around the counter to meet him and shake his hand. “We are a pretty small company and you were the only one who agreed to displa
