Two guys came in, put their bags down and said "Point me to your Magic Cards."
I pointed toward Central Square. "At the Pandemonium store. Sadly, we do not carry any.'
One looks at the other, "I guess we could stay. I like comics."
The other turns to me and says in the most camp voice possible "He swings both ways, I only do magic."
The first flourishes his hat off. "Ta-da."
Tuesday, what happened to you in your youth to make you this way?