OK, so I check to see if
Morty Comix # 2527 is where I left it. Sometimes these
Morty Comix sit for months before anyone finds them. The spot is at a phone booth in a gas station/minimart in Tumwater, Washington. Actually various places on this retail space have served as a depository for
Morty Comix for awhile. I think I have left at least half a dozen in this general vicinity in the last year or so.
But wait, I see an interloper.
What should I find at the place where I left
Morty Comix # 2527 but a Jack T. Chick weirdo minicomic! This one is called
The Contract! and it is the
second Chick publication I have found on this retail space this week. How deliciously bizarre.
So is this how the game is played? Two anonymous comix droppers in a turf war? One
Obscuro the other Fanatically Religious? Then so be it. I accept the challenge with a sense of fun. It so happens I like Chick publications (for reasons the publisher doesn't intend, I'm sure) and send all I find to the
Washington State University Comix Collection.
Morty Comix # 2533 has taken the game up a notch as I replaced the Chick comic with my own work at the phone booth the next morning. Perhaps this is just a brief conflict. Or perhaps not.
