One of my good friends used to have Native American braids and dropped out of high school to work in a comic book warehouse for 8 years. He’s since cut the braids, gotten his GED, and went to Berkeley– but my joy for his eccentric comic-obsessed lifestyle is eternal. Another

You may have walked by the mysterious “bakery” before on Metropolitan Ave in Williamsburg and marveled at the wonderful displays in the window like I did. That was what first peaked my interest about this little neighborhood comic shop, but what’s inside is what keeps people coming back.  The proprietor,