I was bitten by a genetically altered Ultimate Spider-Man issue. I stumbled dizzily, my mind racing with all these new images of teenagers and superpowers. When I finally came upon my senses I found my self in a new world, a shop completely dedicated to the sale of these "comics." I realized that I hungered to learn more. A Hunger that would drive be to buy upwards of 70$ that day. I needed more. The more I read, the stronger I felt. After a week of reading, I was full, but as the weekend started to pass, I could feel my strength waning. I could sense that I needed yet more comics to read, to digest. I proclaimed myself "Comic Book Man," and whooshed to the locale store.