After an excruciatingly long conversation with the store owner who was just trying to make polite conversation, Crazy Harry delivers a bit of Dialog That No One Would Ever Actually Say and comes across as almost as smug and pompous of an ass as Les.
Again, one has to wonder, why in the hell did Les have his book tour in a pizza joint when he could have helped out an actual bookstore!?
The more the week progresses the muddier the comic’s message is. Is the bookstore owner griping about having to compete with big chain stores like Borders? Is he railing against online bookstores like Amazon, or is his ire drawn to eReaders like the Nook and Kindle? It might just be the economy in general, or just the fact that if you Sell Shit No One Wants that no one will buy it and you’ll be forced into bankruptcy.
Oh God, it’s a real place in Medina, Ohio. And to think they say there’s no such thing as bad publicity, though I doubt the owner appreciates looking like a slightly older Charles Whitman.
When he’s not guzzling free coffee at Montoni’s, Crazy Harry can usually be found upstairs talking “komix” with Dead Skunk Head John. Harry sends DSHJ on a fool’s errand to acquire a rare volume of Tarzan comics, which will complete his plan to rule the world. If one wishes merely to rule the teenagers of Westview, all it takes is putting a sign in the window advertising “Breakfast Pizza”, as evinced by the rapt expressions of the youngsters in panel 5.
Instead of tipping the Funky fedora to Burroughs, whose Tarzan books provided the narrative, TB would do well to doff his cap to Hal Foster and Burne Hogarth, two legends of the Sunday comics who brought the Lord of the Jungle to life.
Son of Stuck Funky 