Comic Con Woes

Comic Con came and went, and with it so did my cash. I think I might have a problem. How can I resist the temptations the vendors display? Bright colors and joy emit from those tables like radiation waves. My answer is of the green variety. By the end of my three day stint in Manhattan I was left feeling hollow, surrounded by a sea of toys destined to ornament my desk. On the train ride home I thought about all the things I could now not afford. The first things to come to mind were pizza and cigarettes. A tear shed for the addictions left unsatisfied. Was it worth it, I questioned. I opened the deluxe sized promotional bag a sexy cat had given to me. Vinyl caste faces smiled back at me with bravado. Yup, I thought. Worth.