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.PP .ps 10 Geo's handwriting was embarrassment. His mother always helped letter the catalogs. It was never quite clear why he didn't just use a computer. .PP .ps 10 "I don't really care about any of this," his mother would say whenever he brought up skateboarding. She didn't want to talk about comic books, either. It was not long before she refused to do any more hand lettering. "Well, thanks for the work you have done," Geo said, and that was that. .PP .ps 10 Being a super\-hero was less fun than he'd hoped. Basically, there was nothing for him to do. Now, with his back, he wasn't sure there was much he .I could .R do. Even without being needed he felt like he wasn't doing enough. At least he was making money. .PP .ps 10 Rolly told him about a punk ass mark who had shown up at The Cellar asking after him. An older man with long hair, dressed entirely in brown, like a UPS driver. Geo took his card from Rolly and said he would get back to him. .PP .ps 10 Geo picked up a lot of his regulars this way. Word of mouth seemed to snag the big spenders. They'd just show up in person, having done all the legwork themselves. He often wondered if they'd even seen his ads. Why did he bother? .PP .ps 10 Inventory was light, so if this guy wanted to place a large order Geo would have to do some scrambling. Fortunately, he kept some reliable sources on standby. And at least a couple of them owed him favors. .PP .ps 10 In his mind he was already spending the money.