Crazy (noun) 1 Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results 2 Internet dating

Crazy (noun) 1 Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results 2 Internet dating

Sunday, February 21, 2016

A Strongly Worded Letter of Complaint to Comcast Cable





Recently, I was made to believe, by a customer service representative at Comcast Cable, that rather than make a complaint to his supervisor, I should send an email to a VP. Now, of course this 'complaint letter to a VP' is actually a 'suggestion' tool on the Comcast website, and I was obviously batted away, like a fly, so that this individual could continue not being of ANY help to anybody; but I decided to take up his suggestion and write to the person whose name appears at the top of the 'suggestion box' of the website. The following is that correspondence, and by all means, forward it around to your friends, Comcast if you have an email, the Better Business Bureau, or your congressman if you have a mind. And above all....enjoy as I give you:

 

 

A Strongly Worded Letter of Complaint to Comcast Cable


 

by: A Disgruntled Customer


 

Brought to you by Cous’n Hemp’n Entertainment!

Cous’n Hemp’n Entertainment: Oh boy, we’re staying outta this one.

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Good morning Tom,

 
I’m a long time Comcast customer whose experience with your customer service team has, at times, brought me to the brink of tears. Now, I’m a man—it takes a lot to make me cry—but in the case of dealing with Comcast customer service, those near-tears are the overwhelming result of my impotence at having no other legal recourse with which to vent my frustration; in other words, you have all the cards Tom. Oh sure, I can and HAVE gone out on my balcony and screamed with a Hulk-like rage into the trees behind my apartment after being lied to, slandered, and talked down to by your agents. Simply put, your monopolous company is a beast who has wantonly trampled my spirit and made it hard for me to feel like anything other than a rabbit, ripped to shreds in Comcast’s slathering maw.

 
Before I get into it, I’d like to preface my complaint by telling you a little about my background. I’ve been in customer service since 1987. In that time I was an employee at a comic book store, I was a manager of a book store, I was a manager for RadioShack, and I was a Customer Service Representative for ComEd. Of all those experiences, you’ll find that the last is the well from which I draw a majority of my indignation at your company’s treatment of its customers. Today I work for the State of Illinois, and you should be thankful Tom, that I do not work in its Better Business Bureau or I would make it my unflinching business to take your company to task.

 
Further, I want you to know that I went into this letter with the full intention of not cursing. Although my writing elsewhere is littered with the frequent ‘f’ bomb, I endeavored to keep it from this communication so that I could attempt to express myself more succinctly and in a language you may be more likely to respond to. Some people may believe that cursing is used by those who cannot form coherent sentences and don’t have a grasp of the well placed adjective, I believe myself to be neither of those. I curse well and I curse plenty, and I believe curse words are just words used in everyday life, words used to express one’s frustration, anger, or incalculable unbelief in a flawed company, whose tireless and ceaseless lack of common courtesy towards the people who use its services sits at the very BOTTOM of the customer service industry. Be that as it may, I have DILIGENTLY edited myself down to only the barest minimum of, what I believe, are NEEDED words of indignation.

 

This is the Cat Who Ate the Mouse That Lived in the House that Jack Built


 
Today, being the 20th of February, 2016, I was called a liar, for the second time by one of your customer service representatives when calling to make an inquiry regarding my bill. Now at this point, you’re either depositing this email into your delete folder or harrumphing with a, “Another one of THEEEESE…” looks on your face. And that’s fine, but you can also catch this correspondence on my blog because I’m tired of feeling powerless at my inability to get your company to SIMPLY honor the agreement I signed, in good faith, several months ago; you see, words are the only recourse at my disposal. If you have elected to read on, let me explain from the beginning.

 
Last year, I signed a two year contract with Comcast that I saw as a good deal for us both. Today I found out that contract was written in lies, and signed by misrepresentation. Let me apologize to you, Tom, before I begin, as before this contract was presented to me, I was a poor customer; meaning that I was late paying my bill on a consistent basis. At some point, I found myself getting behind by one month, and as my bill was between one hundred and sixty to one hundred and eighty dollars, I found it difficult to pay the three hundred and twenty dollars to three hundred and sixty dollars needed to catch up. I never blamed Comcast for this and I never balked at the ten dollar late fee imposed on me each month. However, I was overjoyed last year, when I was finally able to catch up, and I decided to see what kind of deals Comcast had available in order to get my bill down to a more manageable monthly amount.

 
As I said, my plan at the time was between one hundred and sixty to one hundred and eighty dollars per month, for x-finity Triple Play, and NO premium channels. That’s essentially basic cable for a hundred and eighty dollars a month. My goal, when calling in June of 2015, was to get a six month deal for around a hundred and fifty dollars, WITH the premium channels (HBO, Starz, Cinemax, Showtime.) Thus began my venture into the forest at night.

 
Let me start by stating the obvious…your automated voice system is the worst thing that’s happened to customer service ever. It is unbelievable to me that you don’t know this. My belief is that YOU postulate that this disembodied voice will frustrate people, who are ALREADY frustrated, SO much that they will hang up, thus freeing up your representatives to sell rather than field complaints. Now, I’m sure that you’ll “p-shaw” this belief as if I’m a crazy conspiracy theorist, but that is the exact effect it has on all who call you with a complaint.

 
This voice does not recognize answers, it frequently directs you to places you did not request, and most frustratingly, it wastes time by asking you for information that is used in NO discernable fashion. As an example, when being directed to a billing agent, your customer service voice asks for my phone number and the last four digits of my social security number, then, after waiting the required 10-45 minutes for a live agent to pick up, that person asks for the same information that I so recently had to expound in order to move forward in the quagmire and mud of your customer service line. After spending ten minutes explaining my issue, which is normally regarding my bill, to a customer service agent who is indifferent at best, I’m told that this live person is NOT a billing agent, and then I’m put on hold. Seven out of ten times while on hold, I’m ‘disconnected’ on your side.

 
A normal call, in which an attempt at satisfaction is sought, will last twenty five to forty five minutes, with NO satisfaction being given. A call in which the result I seek, as a customer, IS positive, can last upwards of two hours. Now, you have notes there on your computers which will allow you to corroborate the facts as I’m about to explain them, although I will not vouch for the veracity of said notes as I’ve been lied to time and again by your agents. That being said, with them written down, you can speak better than I as to the actual times, dates, and customer service representatives involved. For the purposes of this letter however, please know that I don’t recall exact dates or the names of most of these representatives, though I gather real names are not given in many instances anyway; nor do I recall each of the many instances on which I’ve occasioned to call. However, in a majority of these cases, I did write down notes as to the length of calls. My point in telling you this is that I hope to not be called a liar by your company, as I just was, in regards to the content of our conversations. It is INEXCUSABLE and REPREHENSIBLE to treat another human being like that, much less one who deems your services of such value as to be paid for.

 
Now, as I was saying, in June of last year I called Comcast with the intent of getting my bill down to around 150 dollars a month, for the x-finity triple play WITH ALL premium channels. I repeat: ALL PREMIUM CHANNELS. I spoke with several customer service agents, who were not only unable, but unwilling to even consider such a feat. Most of time, when feeling I was hitting a wall with your agents, I just hung up and dared the automated voice to suffer my rage as I called back to attempt the result I was seeking. Finally, I was given a number by a very nice woman—and I wish I had the cognitive abilities to recall her name so that perhaps you could give her some recognition OR promote her to trainer so that others in your company may learn to harbor their sass—to a different Comcast customer service number than the one I’d been calling up to that point. I dialed this number, and spoke with a very nice woman again, who finally made me the offer I was seeking.

 
I was told that for 6 months, she would give me all of the premium channels and the triple play for around 120 dollars AFTER taxes. She also informed me of the new X-1 DVR boxes, which I’d heard about and was eager to have. I agreed to the 120 dollars over the phone, and was told that I could pick up my new X-1 boxes at the Comcast store near my house.

 
After looking up the Comcast store hours on the internet, which informed me the store in my area was open from 9AM-5PM Monday through Friday, I stopped there on my way home from work that Friday afternoon at 4:30PM. The sign on the door read “Friday: 9:00A.M.-5:00P.M.” with the 5 crossed out in pen and a number 4 written in. I ventured back for another pass on Saturday.

 
I waited in the dimly lit and over-crowded office for what seemed like an eternity. I had all of my Comcast information written down and was ready for a quick execution of my pre-ordained transaction. After an hour, I was finally called to one of the 3 counters (2 of which were unoccupied by customer service agents, although 3 were milling about conversing with each other in the back ground while another 20 people waited behind me), and was asked for my account number by an agent whose predilection towards loudly smacking her gum would have dulled her speech, had her attitude not so sharpened it.

 
Me: “Hi, I was told…”

 
Her: “NAME!” No eye contact, staring intently at her computer screen like I was interrupting delicate Intramedullary Spinal Cord Tumor removal surgery.

 
Me: “Um, Mike, I’m just here to….”

 
Her: Still staring straight ahead “ACCOUNT NUMBER!” Not a question.

 
After giving her all of the relevant information, she finally, and with bother, looked up at me, tilted her head to one side and, no shit said to me “What do you want?” with all of the attitude in the world weighing upon her expression.

 
At this point, I was still calm, more from disbelief than any self-restraint, and told her that I was there to pick up one X-1 DVR and one X-1 non-DVR box. I also explained to her that I was told that same purpose would be written in the notes on my account, at which point she glanced at her screen and said “It don’t say that here. We don’t carry those boxes in the service centers anyways, you have to order those.”

 
Me: “Can you order them for me then?”

 
At which point she let the air out of a monster truck tire with a put upon sigh so exasperating that I feared she misinterpreted my request as being from her high school English teacher asking that she put more effort into her studies.

 
She then turned back to her computer, typed for a few moments and said, “You’ll have them by Wednesday, NEXT!”

 
I gave a half-hearted thank you and left dejected, but I was eager to watch Game of Thrones when I got home. However, this was not to be either. Saturday and Sunday came and went with none of the agreed upon channels being available on my, then regular HD service boxes. On Monday, I spent 45 minutes from work, being hung up on or placed on hold by your customer service representatives, when I finally reached the right department who would field my question regarding the missing channels. I explained the agreement I made on the phone, and that I was waiting for my X-1 boxes. I was told that the agreement wouldn’t take effect until I received those boxes, so having NO satisfaction whatsoever again and wasting an hour of time that I should have been working, I reserved to wait…again.

 
Let me pause here to say, it’s unbelievable that your customer service center is not open during hours that are more suited to the working individuals you rely upon to pay for your services.

 
Wednesday came, and I rushed home with anticipation to unwrap my promised packages like a child on Christmas morning. As someone who values technology, I have to admit that your products stand above all. It’s the getting them that is at issue here and as you may have expected…nothing was delivered. I figured this must be an issue with the mail, so giving Comcast the benefit of the doubt, I waited another day. Still, no packages arrived on Thursday. On Friday, once again from work, I called that dreaded nuisance of a disembodied voice. After an unapologetic dip in this pool of automated misrepresentation, I was put through to the wrong department again, put on hold, disconnected from, and repeated this process for thirty seven minutes until I was finally able to speak with a human being in customer service. I inquired as to the whereabouts of my X-1 boxes and was told she would have to transfer me to another department. I was put on hold for twenty two minutes, and was finally disconnected from AGAIN, having to call back and repeat this process. When I finally got someone on the phone, I’d now been attempting to find the whereabouts of my ordered equipment for over two hours…at work, because it could NOT be done after work due to the fact that your customer service hours are in service of NO one.

 
After having explained everything to this person, again…I was told that there were no X-1 boxes ordered for me...let’s pause here for me to calm down, because just talking about this all these months later, is elevating my blood pressure to peaks that would look down on Mount Everest...and although she would be happy to put an order in for me, it may be some time before I receive them as they were out of stock and on back order. Nearly 3 hours for me to, once again, get no satisfaction from a call to Comcast customer service.

 
“What about my premium channels?” I inquired, “Can I have them on my current boxes while I wait for the new?”

 
“I’ll put them on for you right now.” She told me.

 
Well, at least that will take some of the sting out of it. Or would it? You guessed it, when I got home, no premium channels. Mighty Casey had struck out. So I suffered to call again. The customer service center was closed.

 
On Saturday morning, after checking my channel line-up and finding the promised channels still absent, I called the dreaded customer service center. After thirty-three minutes a representative answered. I explained everything once again, and was told that wasn’t her department, she’d have to transfer me to billing. Thirteen minutes later billing picked up. I explained everything to the billing agent, who told me that wasn’t his department that was customer service. Twenty seven minutes later, I was explaining the situation again, when I was told the following, and I was told it as if I were lying: “You don’t HAVE any premium channels. There’s nothing here that sais you SHOULD have them.” I hung up the phone and melted into the floor like ice cream on the sidewalk.

 
Every time I’ve called Comcast and had to explain something to a customer service representative, my explanation gets longer and longer. It’s like that old nursery rhyme: This is the house that Jack built; this is the mouse that lived in the house that Jack built; this is the cat that ate the mouse that lived in the house that jack built. By the time I called Comcast back on Monday, while at work again, I was up to a staggering fifteen minute up-to-the-call recounting of my tale. Luckily, although it took me twenty seven minutes to get to her, I found the most helpful customer service representative to date. This woman was SO nice in fact that her own impatience at witnessing my confounded treatment, made her frustrated with a co-worker.

 
After explaining things to this woman, who I’ll call Sarah as she was from the south and that’s a very southern lady-like name, she actually took the time to read the notes on my account, and found that I WAS told, by the initial woman I spoke with, that I could have the triple play and ALL premium channels for 120 dollars, after tax, per month. Unfortunately, Sarah explained to me, this deal did not exist. It seems that the first woman I spoke with either flat out lied to me, and then was stupid enough to record her lie in the notes attached to my account, OR she just didn’t know her own product. In any case Sarah saw that this agreement was written down, and endeavored to call a supervisor, on my behalf, in order that a satisfactory conclusion be reached in my favor.

 
After Sarah AND I waited on hold for a staggering forty two minutes, a woman with a thick accent answered the phone and announced herself as Jennifer. Jennifer my ass. I don’t care WHAT a person’s name might be; in fact I enjoy calling people by their proper name, so it’s frustrating to me when customer service representatives start the conversation on a lie. However, I was not surprised to see that Comcast customer service representatives even lie to each other as well. As my advocate, and knowing my frustration, Sarah explained the situation to ‘Jennifer’, who agreed to help. Sometime later, an agreement was reached in which I would pay 135 or so a month, for the deal I was offered before. Fine, as long as it was at or under 150 dollars. When Sarah was placed on hold by ‘Jennifer’, I asked her if she would make sure, BEFORE she hung up the phone, that that deal included all of the premium channels. This is where Sarah ran into a brick wall. ‘Jennifer’ came back on the phone and pronounced that the deal had been put through, I would get the same thing I was offered before. To which Sarah inquired “Including all the premium channels, correct? That’s what he was offered before.”

 
A pause hung in the air like a wet fart on a humid day. “Yes, he will get everything he had before.”

 
It seemed that she wasn’t answering the right question. Sarah asked again: “The triple play, PLUS the premium channels, right?” she asked.

 
“That is right, he will get the same channels he had before.” ‘Jennifer’ repeated.

 
Sarah pressed on, in order that my question be answered to her satisfaction: “But he didn’t have the premium channels before, and this deal is for the triple play PLUS the premium channels.”

 
“Oh, yes, he will get the triple play for one hundred and thirty five dollars a month.” Same answer, different wording.

 
NOW Sarah was getting angry, she was starting to feel MY annoyance at her OWN co-worker. “DOES THAT 135 DOLLARS INCLUDE HBO, SHOWTIME, CINEMAX, AND STARS AS WAS PROMISED?”

 
“OH, THOSE channels? Oh my no, HBO is fifteen dollars a month, and the others are ten. Shall I add those to this package for your customer?” I couldn’t believe it. ‘Jennifer’ had no idea I was on the line, and SHE just tried to PUNK her own customer service representative. HOW CAN I EVER EXPECT TO BE TREATED FAIRLY AS A CUSTOMER TOM, WHEN YOUR CUSTOMER SERVICE REPRESENTATIVES CANNOT WORK ON A RATIONAL LEVEL WITH EACH OTHER?

 
Sarah was flabbergasted. She put the supervisor on hold to confer with me. I told her I wanted to talk to the supervisor’s supervisor. ‘Jennifer’ was not only reticent to do this, she was flat out unwilling. Speaking hurriedly and angrily, she told Sarah this was the best she could do and there was no point in speaking with her supervisor. A heated argument erupted between the two women until Sarah was finally put on hold, where the two of sat, as strangers in a lifeboat drifting on the open ocean, for fifty three minutes. After this duration, Sarah talked to another supervisor, without me listening in this time, for twenty minutes. She then came back on the line and told me that she was sure this man could help, and that I would not need to tell the story from the beginning. A very nice gentleman, who called himself ‘Ken’ came on the phone, and Sarah hung up after I thanked her profusely.

 
After speaking with ‘Ken’ for a few minutes, I learned that he was in Malaysia and Sarah was right, he was not only willing, but very capable of seeing to my needs. ‘Ken’ told me, and I believed him, that with the Triple Play, X-1 Boxes, ALL premium channels (and I made him SAY ‘HBO, Showtime, Cinemax, and Starz’) taxes and fees, he would be able to bring my bill to $155.88 per month, but ONLY if I signed a 2 year contract. FINE! PERFECT! If it stays at that price, I’ll sign a TEN year contract, I told him.

 
“The only thing is,” Ken caveated, “I can only give you the premium channels free for six months. You’ll have to call to have another six months added for free, but I’ll put that in the notes so you’ll have no problem.”

 
Guess what today is? Six months from that call! Since that initial deal was struck and the 2 year agreement was signed, my bill was 155.88 TWICE. Every other month I had to call and go through this WHOLE rigmarole again to get a five dollar credit here or even to have my bill RAISED. That’s right, one month my bill was $153.84 and I called to have them ADD $2.04 so that it would be uniform. Now twice it has been $165.34, that’s my fault for being late the previous month. Nine dollars and change seems a bit high of a late charge for a few days, but whatever, I’ll take responsibility for that. Last month my bill was $160.55, and this month it’s $172.08. I’m not using any extra internet or ordering movies, so there is NO reason why my bill should be MORE that the amount I agreed upon…$155.88.

 
SO, after receiving my bill of $172.08 today, I decided to set aside my whole fucking day AGAIN, to get it set back to its agreed upon amount of $155.88. Thirty two minutes…I waited thirty two minutes to speak with a billing agent, who ACTUALLY argued with me. Lawrence was his name, or close enough to it, and he wouldn’t even let me tell him my customer service history nursery rhyme, so much as he made every effort to speak over me by yelling “SIR IF YOU’D LET ME EXPLAIN YOUR BILL TO YOU!” as if I’m a third grader in need of tutoring in the fields of math.

 
I received a full fucking scholarship to an Aviation and Flight Management program at Lewis University based on my fucking MATH AND ENGLISH SAT SCORES, so DON’T attempt to explain my fucking bill to me mother fucker.

 
Without so much profanity, I tried to tell Lawrence that I understand my bill because I’ve had so much god-damned experience deciphering its cryptographic antagonisms, and that the bill wasn’t what was in question here. What was in question was the agreement I signed several months ago and, the following of that agreement to the letter, that I expected; THAT was the point of having a 2 year contract. When I asked to speak with Lawrence’s supervisor, he continued to argue with me that he “knows the company” and “They won’t do anything either,” until I finally just hung up on him and called back.

 
Forty two FUCKING minutes later, after bypassing the NEXT customer service representative and immediately requesting a supervisor, I was once again set upon by a Comcast agent. After explaining everything to THIS supervisor (and the rhyme goes on), I was told that SHE couldn’t do anything and was even told that SHE DIDN’T BELIEVE ANOTHER SUPERVISOR WOULD GIVE ME THE DEAL THAT I WAS GIVEN. That’s right, Tom, YOUR customer service SUPERVISOR…called me a liar. I hung up, and regrouped for thirty minutes before calling back. Only seventeen minutes this time, before I got on the phone with a nice lady who told me her name was Gladys. “How are you doing today I asked her?”

 
Gladys chuckled and said “To be honest with you, not too well; I wish I hadn’t gotten out of bed today.” On what planet is it ok to for a customer service representative to say this to a customer? But you know what, at LEAST she was honest, so I explained it all again, to her. Here’s what this nice HONEST lady, Gladys told me.

 
  1. Customer service representatives don’t put ‘promised’ deals in the notes because they aren’t allowed to promise future deals; so, they’ll OFTEN tell a customer something and then let ANOTHER rep deal with it when that customer calls back. THIS means Ken from Malaysia, flat out lied to me about putting my ‘premium channels for free’ every 6 months in the notes.
  2. The only thing I signed for in my contract was Triple play for 109.99 a month for 2 years; which is what I was paying for triple play BEFORE, without a contract. Comcast can change the price of EVERYTHING else on the bill anytime they want. Meaning that they can raise the price of premium channels, fees, or equipment to whatever they want, whenever they want. The ONLY side who benefits from a contract with Comcast, is fucking COMCAST. The normally mutually beneficial aspect of a contract, is completely one sided in this case. In other words, Ken from Malaysia flat out lied to me a SECOND time, as he assured me that my bill, NOT my triple play, would remain at 155.88 a month for two years. AND because he did not record his lie, I’M made to look the liar.

 
I thanked Gladys for her honesty, and telling her it was no fault of hers, I wished to speak with a supervisor. She put me through to one in under 5 minutes, to which I am forever grateful. THIS guy…this guy…y’know what? Gimme a minute here…I’m so god damned tired from this aggravation right now…this supervisor who called himself Albert, told me in a fairly aggressive and short tone, that he COULD give me the premium channels free for another six months, but because it wasn’t written in the notes, he wouldn’t; his reason being that he couldn’t justify it.

 
When I challenged that logic by asking him: “Isn’t customer service enough justification?” Albert ACTUALLY said to me “If it’s not written in the notes, it’s hard for me to believe you were offered a deal that no other customer has.”

 
Albert called me a liar. I asked for HIS supervisor, to which he let out an exasperated puff and told me that because it was Saturday, HE was the only supervisor available, but I was welcome to write a letter to the VP of Comcast cable” That’s right, the idea for this correspondence regurgitated from one of YOUR customer service supervisors condescending to me, in hopes of placating my complaints so he could get me off his fucking phone.

 
I can’t feature why your CSR’s must have this combative relationship with your customers. Believe me, I KNOW customers yell, customers scream, they can be irrational and even threatening at times…but a CSR’s JOB, the very reason they are paid, is to put up with that. They are there to represent the company and uphold its values in furtherance of that company’s interest. This is a point that seems to neither be taught NOR monitored to any degree in your customer service representatives. I find it inconceivable that a company who NEEDS to do business to survive, would allow this attitude to foster.

 

A Brief Interlude:


 
(If you’ll excuse me for a moment Tom, I’m going to expound for my reading audience for a moment as I’m sure you are well aware of the following facts)

 
The truth is that Comcast doesn’t need us as much as we need them. The poor customer service we receive from Comcast is a direct result of the very illegal monopoly that was created in 2009. It was in 2009, that the FCC approved a merger between Comcast, universal, and NBC.

 
The FCC’s job, besides treating you like an infant through its often arbitrary and always archaic decisions to not allow you to see a breast, is to ensure that mergers like this DON’T happen. This merger meant that cable prices would get higher than Woody Harrelson, Willie Nelson and Snoop dog at Grateful Dead concert. Besides COMCAST prices getting higher, satellite prices spiked as well because Comcast now OWNED channels like USA, Bravo, CNBC, MSNBC, Oxygen, syfy, E, Versus, A&E, Biography, The History Channel, The Weather Channel, Lifetime, and 10 sports channels. Comcast now gets to charge other cable providers, like Dish and Direct TV an arm and a leg to show these channels, and in turn Dish and Direct TV charges YOU an arm and a leg for them. This makes Comcast/NBC/Universal a monopoly, and monopolies are illegal.

 
The FCC has been around since 1934 and their mission statement is as follows: "to make available so far as possible, to all the people of the United States, without discrimination on the basis of race, color, religion, national origin, or sex, rapid, efficient, Nation-wide, and world-wide wire and radio communication services with adequate facilities at reasonable charges." How can we allow a monopoly to interpret the meaning of ‘reasonable charges’?

 
Because Television has been around SO long, its influence is taken for granted. We don’t realize or take into consideration the affect TV has on the country, especially now that it’s so prevalent in American homes. This merger not only harmed competition, but diversity of the media marketplace AND even our democracy. The new company is able to limit the voices you har which affects your decision to elect representatives; it also prioritized NBC shows making it even harder for you to find alternatives on TV.

 
Now, that’s all well and good and you’re probably thinking to yourself “Who gives a fuck; I’m watching “The Biggest Loser”. Well, here’s the kicker; Even though the FCC is supposed to safeguard YOUR interests by not letting this happen, a woman named Meredith Attwell Baker decided in March of 2009 that this illegal merger between Comcast/Universal/NBC should be pushed through. After doing so, on June third of 2009 she quit the FCC and took a job at Comcast/NBC/Universal as the senior vice president of governmental affairs. Let’s take a moment to waft in the aroma of that incredibly powerful piece of bullshit.

 
Meredith Attwel Baker pushed through a merger that wouldn’t have happened, less than 30 days before quitting and taking a job with the very company she approved the creation of! PLUS, she was so excited to be screwing you over that she didn’t even wait until AFTER her commission with the FCC was over on June 30th to announce her new job. She just up and quit 27 days before her appointment expired. I’m not a politician, but I have to imagine that’s something to be frowned upon, especially since Obama HIMSELF gave her that position. Not only did she make YOU look like an asshole, she made the President look like an asshole, and when you make the President look like an asshole? You make America look like an asshole…which is DOUBLE asshole on you.

 

And Now, Back to Our Regularly Scheduled Complaint:


 
My point being Tom (yeah, I’m talking to you again) Where else can I go? Sure there are options but none are as good as your company, and how can they ever hope to be? As much as I’d like to sign up for ATT, they don’t offer cable in my neighborhood. I’d LOVE to sign up for Dish or DirecTV, but I can’t have satellite dishes on my building, PLUS they don’t have internet service, and if they did…Comcast still has the best and fastest internet service around. And even if I DID sign up with one of those other companies out of need to revenge upon you for my perceived slights, I’m STILL going to be paying YOU through them; the bottom line is that YOU’RE getting my money no matter WHO I ‘cable’ with, so what do YOU care if I complain about the 10 dollar an hour work force of a multi-billion dollar global corporation?

 
In keeping with my honesty Tom, I have to tell you that the preceding events aren’t even ALL of the suffering I’ve been made to endure at the behest of your squad of CSR’s. This has just been what I can recall. There were times, back in June before I signed the agreement that my bill would fluctuate daily based on the whims of your customer service agents as I gather they get some sort of commission or at the very least, credit for selling services. After finally getting my X-1 boxes ordered, I found my bill went up 35 dollars, due to shipping charges that I was told I would not incur; at one point I was charged full price for the premium channels I was told would be free, and that I never received. Things like that happened several times during the initial stages of this opus.

 

Epilogue


 
IF you should happen upon this letter Tom, if some magnificent person should point out the foibles and follies at play under your command, I want you to know that I’m not looking for ANYTHING other than what was agreed upon. I’m not asking for reparations for my lost time or reimbursement for the blood pressure medication I have to take after I get off of the phone with your CSR’s. I’m not looking for a ‘discount’ or a ‘credit’, or a lower monthly rate than that which was presented to me over the phone, and distorted in that parody of a contract. No Tom, I don’t want an apology, a carefully worded yet generic letter that your team of lawyers has expensively crafted for all customer service complaints; I just want my bill, to the extent of the contract signed, to be $155.88. That’s it. No more and no less. And whether you listen to your customers or not, even if you put an end to that abominable automated voice, in the unlikely event that you PAY your service representatives to represent your service…I don’t EVER want to have to call Comcast cable again.

 

 
That being said Tom, I fear this message won’t reach you. This letter will get no farther than your second’s desk and you’ll go about your day not giving a tinker’s cuss about the customers who only want to work hard at their job, and come home to watch TV and use the internet in peace, with the secure knowledge that their provider is not lurking around the corner, like an evil New Yorker cartoon, wearing a top hat and a sash that sais “Comcast” on it, waiting for us to bend over so you can steal our wallet. No, I don’t believe you’ll read this OR respond in any way that would encourage a lower middle class American, like myself to think of corporations such as yours as anything other than a bully playing keep-away just because you’re bigger than me.

 
I’d like to end on a constructive note Tom, a pithy remark or a bit of unsolicited and maybe even poorly thought out advice. I’d like to tell you I have some answers, or even believe that you or your ilk will acquiesce to your customer’s requests to be treated fairly and with a modicum of decorum and respect. I’d like to do ANYTHING that would make the relationship between you and I seem one of customer and Entertainment broker, conducting a business transaction that satisfies both parties. But I can’t Tom, maybe I’m bitter, maybe I’m just old, but I know your company won’t change; I know it will only grow more bold as it flaunts the laws of decency as was done in its terrible creation. And I know that as technology grows Tom, my need to spike your needle in my vein will grow with it. And for all of those reasons, I say to you Tom, and to your company, energetically and with all the vigor in my heart’s heart…fuck you.

 
Yours because I have to be,

 
Michael

 

"All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby Dick. He piled upon the whale’s white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart’s shell upon it."

- Moby Dick, Herman Melville

 

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

'Why Your Comic Books aren't Worth Shit' OR 'It's Gettin' to be Re-God-Damned-Diculous'


'Why Your Comic Books Aren't Worth Shit'

OR

'It's Gettin' to be Re-God-Damned-Diculous!'

A simple telling of truths and deceptions that abound in the secondary comic book market, by one who has worked in and been witness to it's mechanics for 30+ years: Michael Hempen

 
 

Brought to you by: Cous'n Hemp'n Entertainment!

If it don't say "Cous'n Hemp'n Entertainment" on it, then it's grammar ain't none to good!

 
 

Wha-wha-WHAT?!?!
Ah, the comic book. I can recall a certain sense of childhood community when thinking upon my youth with the illustrated word. I remember purchasing ‘Amazing Spider-Man’ #289 (June ’87) when I was in Military School at the age of 13. This was the issue in which we finally were to learn the true identity of the Hobgoblin. The issue was passed around to each kid in my bunk house, and all of us were incredulous that fucking Ned Leeds, who had recently been killed off in the ‘Spider-Man vs. Wolverine’ one-shot (Feb ’87), was the troubled villain. Where was the justice in that? You can’t kill off a character in an unrelated story line FIVE months BEFORE he’s been revealed as the mysterious baddie in ANOTHER story line! Our little minds were blown; but such was the wonder of the comic book that brought us closer as friends.


I’m still amazed, as I’m sure many of you my age are, that comic books were once a literary forum to be looked down upon by adults. Now producing a multi-billion dollar global film franchise, the reading of comic books was once considered something of a dorkish behavior. While our imaginations were swept away by the thought of having super powers, fighting evil in space, or just plain doing something nice for someone else, our parents were tossing our shit out, while we were in school, and then telling us our comic books were non-sense.


Surely, this wasn’t true in all cases; either scenario. Many people read comic books because they were lonely and nobody would play with them or because their parents didn’t give a flying Wallenda of a fuck WHAT they were reading. Oh, they may comfort themselves by heaping spoonful’s of self-deception into their childhood cereal bowl with “It was BECAUSE I read comic books that nobody played with me”, when the truth is that nobody played with them because they were creepy and weird. Comic books were a by-product you being a weird kid, friendlessness was NOT a by-product of your comic books, so don’t blame the inanimate object you tool.


My mom might have sucked ass as a parent, but I never experienced being picked on for reading comic books. In fact, comic books made me feel more accepted as I got older and learned how to draw. Drawing comic book scenarios got me in with the seniors in high school and eventually led to my first collection as I would trade drawings for old comic books. That being said, it wasn’t until I got older that comic books taught me their ultimate lesson.


Some of you may recall my incessant whiney ramblings regarding the former boss at my 1st ever job, working in a comic book store. When he wasn’t in the back room of his store beating his ‘little person’ wife (seriously, she was 3’ 10”) and her MOTHER…he was in the front of the store, smelling of poo dipped in B.O., attempting to rip off children and adults of all ages. He would stand on the sidewalk and shout, carnival barker style, that his brother was in jail and he needed to sell his comics at a discount to see to his release. He would mark up worthless comic books, which had a slight misprint on them, and convince children that they were a diamond in the rough; that they were the upside down aero plane on a stamp. “This is so valuable that it will put you through college one day.” He would tell a kid, and smile to himself as the child ran off to secure 50 dollars from the parent he would repeat this lie to, in order to pay for what any normal retailer would throw out as trash or send back to the wholesaler for a refund.


Not only did this disgusting example of human fucking being-ery rip off strangers, but he stole from his employees as well. You can read about the entire incident here: http://generaldouchebaggery.com/2013/11/18/heroland-issue-1/ , but needless to say he stole every comic book that I worked my entire adolescence to accumulate, and it’s mostly because of this bloated behemoth, that I don’t frequent comic book stores anymore.


Now, I know what you’re saying “but Mike, surely you don’t associate ALL workers of the comic book industry with this fat fuck right here?” No, a majority of the people who work at comic book stores aren’t smart enough to be as evil as my former boss. I don’t like NORMAL people, much less these socially inept register jockeys. THESE are the adults who were once the weird kids I spoke of earlier. Now older, and STILL full of self-deception, they tell people they are ‘in the industry’ and act as if they possess a super-human like power to balk at the taste of others, as if their own opinion somehow stood above all. So listen ‘Gary’ (Fact: 93% of all comic book store workers are named ‘Gary’), the only opinion that can be considered fact, is mine; and it’s my opinion (fact) that your sense of entitlement precludes any power you believe you possess in your 1200 square foot strip mall domain, by making you seem to me, a silly and ignorant caricature of a salesman. But kids don’t know this.


To children, the comic book store worker may be the first adult they are likely to converse with outside of parental supervision. And rather than stand there, vulture-esque, waiting to pick at the carcasses of kids who are just seeking a bit of mystery and imagination in the form of graphic literature, shouldn’t it be incumbent upon this man to speak with the child, ascertain his / her interest, and point him in the direction of the comic book that best suits his / her imagination? It should, not only because it’s the right way to treat people, but because, from a business perspective, you can potentially create a lifelong reader who will not only come back for that all important NEW issue, but may seek to build a collection from your stoic back-issue lot that sits there, untouched like YOU on prom night, you dick. But these poor little bastards get sneering glances, shitty remarks, and a disdainful ignorance.


Now, to be sure, I’m not speaking of ALL comic book workers. My friend Jim works at a comic book store (Tenth Planet in Indiana), and I know for a fact that him and his boss treat customers with the respect their money deserves. Jim is a collector, and he wants to give children the opportunity to have the same joy that comic books brought him in his youth. No, I’m not talking about Jim, I’m talking about 90% of the other comic book stores out there, one’s that I’ve had the displeasure to frequent, where I’ve witnessed, first hand, the assholery of the worker towards me, towards others, or both. They don’t get my money because, and let me address the workers of the comic book store industry directly; a majority of you have a chip on your shoulder so big that Atlas couldn’t carry it on his back. Your attitude is that of a crotchety old man in the late stages of dickheadedness. When asked if you have a certain comic book, rather than help your customer find it so you can make a sale, you let the air out of a tire with the same put upon exhale you use to show derision when your never-to-be-a-grandmother mother asks you to climb out of the basement and take out the trash. You then look at your customer as if he just asked to take a shit on your chest. Then when he leaves, you begin bitching that ‘sales are down’ and you might have to get a job asking your parents for more money. You are banal and tedious in your conversation, of which you talk with an inflection that harbors no room for debate or discussion which is why NOBODY wants to fucking talk to you. You have the personality of a roof shingle, you wear comic book t-shirts with NO sense of humility, on a more personal note: you smell bad and worst of all you proudly, and with a sense of entitlement that boggles the mind, watch “The Big Bang Theory” Oh, fuck you people HARD; you are the absolute worst.


 
BEHOLD!
Now that I’ve properly shit on the in-store workers of the comic book industry…let’s turn our attention to the other side of comic book sales. I am a collector of the ‘OCD’ sort. When I buy comic books online, I throw away the bag and board they came in and put on bags and boards that I purchased, so my collection will be uniform. I have a neat shelving unit, that I purchased at home depot, which harbors my current collection. I alphabetize by publisher, then by title with all mini-series at the end, and I keep a detailed (I mean DETAILED) excel spread sheet which lists issues, artists, guide value, what I paid, the difference between those two numbers, has a photo of the issue attached via a ‘comment box’, and the date I purchased each issue. I am the Rain Man of the comic book world. I am, not only familiar with the worth of my collection, but of its value as well. What do I mean by worth AND value?




A comic book may be WORTH forty dollars in a price guide, but its value can only be determined by what someone is willing to pay, as with all things. THIS…this is where some of you people out there have lost your GOT damned minds.


I know that a LOT of you are shouting at your computer screen: “BUT THE GUIDE SAIS! BUT THE GUIDE SAIS!” and you are only deflating you own argument jackass. The ‘GUIDE’ is just that, a ‘GUIDE’. It’s not set in stone that you must get what the guide sais your comic book is worth. The ‘GUIDE’ is the reason that comic book stores have SO many fucking back issues that just sit, like Patience on the Mount, waiting to be chosen and scooped up out of the endless desert waste of overpriced, over-graded, junk back issues. Then, when these stores go out of business, the owner throws his hands up in the air and exclaims “wasn’t my fault, it was Marvel and DC’s fault for starting all of their titles over at issue #1 every three months!”. Well, that’s as may be, but YOU have to take some responsibility captain shipwreck because YOU used that fucking Comic Book Price Guide as your map instead of following the stars and crashed your fucking ship on the rocky outcrop of being an asshole.


Let’s break it down. So, you own a comic book store and you’re ordering “Deadpool: Cattledrive” #1 from your distributor (well, THE distributor in any case, but that’s for another blog) in the current issue of ‘Previews’. If you order 100 issues of that “Deadpool: Cattledrive” #1, at 40% off the cover price, you get ONE black and white variant cover. We’ll call it $3.99 (Cover price) x 40%=$159.60 for a hundred issues. You get the black and white gratis. Obviously, you’re not going to sell all 100 issues, I get it. Plus, your club members are going to get what? 10%-30% off, right? If you sell 50 issues at 20% off, you’ve made back your money. Now, the GUIDE says that black and white issue is WORTH $350.00, but WE know you essentially got it for free because, we, being the loyal patrons of the comico libro art, frequented your smelly establishment and bought 50 issues of that “Deadpool: Cattledrive” #1. SO when one of us, decides to not pay our electric bill or foregoes the purchase of Huggies, leaving little Johnny at home with shitty diapers to help keep you in ‘Mickey’s Gyros’ and masturbatory Wesson Oil, and musters up enough courage to speak to your vile lethargic fat ass and offer you $200.00…instead of making the “I’d rather kill you than sell you anything” face, WHY NOT TAKE THE 200 FUCKING DOLLARS???


I was at a comic book store, a few months ago, that had an issue of ‘Amazing Spider-Man’ #700, the Ditko Variant, hanging on the wall with a price tag of $700.00. Now, this issue isn’t slabbed, and in fact there’s a bit of color fading on it because this idiot has it in direct line of the morning sun where it’s sat for almost three years because nobody wanted to venture into this viper pit to catch a dose of price poisoning. I was standing near the counter when a man asked to SEE this issue. He studied it like a collector would, then he took out his phone and looked the issue up on ebay, and choosing the ‘sold for’ listings, showed the store owner what the issue, IN MINT condition had been selling for; the most recent sale was $400 dollars. He then offered the owner $500 bucks and was speedily hurried out the door at the owner’s show of indignation as to being, so obviously low-balled by this ‘huckster’. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I left as well, because I’d found a few back issues I’d been searching for in the bins, that were overpriced by a decade and what made me think this guy was playing with a full fucking deck? Recently, upon having driven by the previously stated establishment I saw that its doors were shuttered. Fucking duh.


This is one of the many reasons why I don’t bother with comic book stores. On the odd occasion that I have frequented one, before wanting to punch the clerk in the face, I perused the overpriced back issues with a scrunched up nose and a look on my face that tells of deeply inhaling shit, because that’s what the prices are…shit. Most stores don’t bother updating prices; their back stock has the same price they took out of Wizard in 1993. A comic book that ‘guides’ today at three dollars will have a tag on it for ten dollars, and I’m willing to pay one dollar for it; when I broach this to the cashier, he inevitably looks down his nose at me from over his fancy independent comic book, and shouts so he can be heard over the VHS episode of “Dr. Who” playing loudly on the TV behind him, that “Prices are set” or “You’ll have to talk to the owner. He comes in most Augusts.” Now this piece of shit issue of ‘Marvel Age’ #4 is going back in the box where it will sit with all the other worthless shit until the store closes down, because I ain’t the one.


Comic book store owners are probably reading this and saying “But we don’t make money on back issues, all the money is in CURRENT issues.” Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying you fucking moron. Put some god damned effort into selling your back issues or don’t sell them at all. You have 4 fucking acres of back issues that just SIT there, so why not sell them at a price that will allow kids to get into the comic book stories of old so they DO come back and start perusing your sea of back issues, because seriously…these stories today just suck and if sales are based on good stories? You may be struggling for a looooooong time to come; ESPECIALLY since Marvel and DC have decided to forgo story telling for slapping a “#1” on every fucking issue. And teach your employees to speak intelligently and with aplomb to your customers instead of giving them that “I just caught you fucking my neighbor’s cat” look when they ask you if you have the Skottie Young Variant of “Mutant Rimjobs” #4, so that they aren’t to be made to feel like assholes for trying to give you their hard earned money. If you like, I’ll come down there and make fun of your simpleton lot of employees in order to teach them some humility. In the industry of humiliating people? I’m kind of a big deal.


 
It ain't a 1st edition Dickens novel you taint.
Because of the state of a majority of comic book stores, frequenting the internet to build your collection can be a MUCH more satisfactory way to make your purchase. No judgement, no attitudes, and you have the benefit of looking for a price that YOU find fair, rather being beholden to the jacked up prices of the businessly inept. You can choose your poison but I feel like something needs to be said to the litany of entitled dickwads out there who are crowding up the on-lines with their “This is what my issue of ‘X-Terminators’ #1 SHOULD sell for” instead of “This is what my issue of X-Terminators’ #1 WILL sell for”.




There are a plethora of people on the internet who are trying to gouge my wallets eyes out for the most amazingly worthless shit to have ever graced a magazine shelf. I see a lot of steroid-esque enhanced wishful thinking on the Craigslist, and I don’t know if it’s because these people don’t want to be bothered with setting aside their SSI check for a moment, climbing out of their deeply hoarded living rooms, and contemplating their virginity at another time so that they can look up their comic book’s value in a price guide, check it’s comparable offerings on ebay, or just run into a comic book store wearing nothing but a t-shirt that reads: “I have no sense of humor or self-worth, which is why I watch anything on the WB” while shouting “ANYBODY WANT THIS? HUH? HUH?”, but the comic books listed on CL are worth less than their owner’s value as a human fucking being.


Here’s an example of a comic book listing on Craigslist RIGHT fucking now :

1st place winner: Special Olympics Comic Book Collecting!

 
“I am selling my collection of softcover comic books. In good to wear condition. There are about 40 different comic books. $65.00”




Now, I’ll ignore the spelling and grammatical errors to focus on the obvious. This is a small hoard of the worst comic books ever made, from the 90’s, in shitty condition…and this numb-nuts wants sixty five bucks for them. Talk about an inflated sense of value; and this is indicative of 99% of ads for comic books on Craigslist. First of all, ANY comic book made, between January of 1990 through December of 1999 should sell for a nickel, and you’d be lucky to get THAT. If there was a golden, silver, and bronze age in comic books, the 90’s was the milky brown poo age of comic bookery. Oh, to be sure there are a few exceptions, but maybe 5-10 out of a hundred thousand, and it is a veritable certainty that NONE of those 10 issues are in this guy’s 40 comic books. 90’s comic books are great for the following reasons:


  1. They make excellent cage liner for birds to shit on.
  2. You can spread them out on the floor for your dog to shit on.
  3. If you’ve ran out of toilet paper, you can wipe your ass with them.
  4. Any variation of actions that causes shit to be upon them.

And there are times when ebay isn’t much better. Right now, there is a lot of 80 Punisher comics, mostly from the 90’s, up for 199.99 (391013467763.) Now, I’m a Punisher fan but I wouldn’t pay more than 20 dollars for this lot because, until Garth Ennis got a hold of him, the Punisher mostly sucked. But this wishful thinking mother fucker right here, for what-ever reason, believes that age equals value. It does not (Me, being the exception of course, as I’m 42 and my girlfriend is 25. THAT’S gonna piss off comic book store workers WAY more than anything else I’ve said here today.)
 
THE RUNNER UP!
 
 
Although EVERYTHING on Craigslist is shit, I’ve built a great majority of my collection from ebay. Sometimes I’ll see something I want that’s overpriced, and even though it doesn’t have a ‘or best offer’ option, I’ll contact the seller and sometimes he’ll come to a deal with me, sometimes he won’t and I’ll patiently wait for a price that I feel is fair. That’s the beauty of ebay. Why ANYONE who owns a comic book store would not try to best or match this sales technique by simply being DECENT to their customers and using EBAY as a guide when selling back issues, is fucking beyond me.




I have a friend who recently bought a run of The Incredible Hulk comics from 301-474 (the last issue) with annuals and extras, a total of 190 comics, for 250.00 dollars from Gary Dolgoff Comics on ebay. Gary has a bunch of lots like this for sale on ebay and for a collector? It’s the best possible deal. This run guides for roughly $750, but Gary knows something that comic book store owners and some online dealers don’t (I’m talking to the, appropriately named ‘Mile High Comics’ because that’s what their prices are), that is that NOBODY in their right fucking mind is going to pay $750 dollars for a late 80’s – early 90’s run of The Incredible Hulk. Gary wants to TURN that fucking back-stock OVER. He’s going to use that 250 to buy some collections from comic bookers who just want to get rid of their old issues or who just need 250 dollars; then he’s going to sell THAT collection at an appropriate and affordable price to some kid who has a gap to fill in HIS collection. This strategy will keep Gary in business and makes him a pillar of the comic book sales force.


I haven't even delved into the comic book convention with it's unbelievably priced autographs, unwarshed masses of all shapes and sizes, and dealers who have no choice but to price gouge because the convention halls price gouge THEM. And I don’t claim to know all the answers to make a decent balance between making a profit and making your customers happy. That being said, based on my 20+ years of sales experience and 30+ years of comic book experience, here are some things you can do as a comic broker, whether you own a store or are just some schlub selling on the internet:


  1. Just because something has the number 1 on it, doesn’t mean that you get to sell it for ONE thousand dollars, you inept ass clown.
  2. Just because YOU like it, doesn’t mean everyone (or ANYone) will. Your approval of a comic book character does not intrinsically inflate its worth. You have horrible taste in EVERYTHING, that’s why nobody likes you.
  3. When selling on ebay, make EVERYTHING you sell a ‘Or Best Offer’, and then ACTUALLY take the best offer. Don’t put ‘Ambush Bug’ #8 up there for 800 dollars with a ‘Or best offer’ option, and then when someone offers you four dollars, you counter with $799. Take the four dollars shithead.
  4. If you are selling comic books ANYWHERE but on ebay (Craigslist or in a store only), it’s because you are old and don’t know how to work a computer OR you want to exacerbate your prices and you know the ebay community will kick you in the nyuts. You think some rube will see your stuff accidentally and say to himself “why NOT pay 65 dollars for a beat up copy of ‘Ren & Stimpy’ # 12?” He won’t. You’re a delusional dinosaur who is worth less, as a human being, than ANY comic book from the 90’s. Sell on ebay or don’t sell at all.
  5. IF you own a store and someone, who actually knows something about comic books, walks in and attempts to haggle with you…HAGGLE MOTHER FUCKER, HAGGLE. You want to sell that shit or let it sit there? I understand that you have ‘Uncanny X-Men’ #94 slabbed at 9.9, but you have to accept the fact that Donald Trump may not be frequenting your store with a quarter of a million dollars cash on him. (And get a fucking credit card machine; it’s 2016, NOT 1916.) You might have to let that shit go for a measly 10 grand.
  6. Just because a TV show or a movie is coming out, does NOT make your comic book worth more money. The fact is that a TV show or Movie will drive DOWN the value of a comic book or series because it’s saturating the market with content. Who wants to read “The Avengers #67” featuring Ultron for a hundred bucks when you can go to the Best Buy and pick up a Blu-ray of “Avengers: Age of Ultron” for 19.99? So fucking stoppit. I can remember when ‘The Preacher’ #1 was selling for twenty bucks. Then the guy who made, arguably the WORST super hero movie ever, decided to produce a ‘The Preacher’ TV show on a non-cussy network cable channel, essentially hamstringing the rated 'R' nature of the source material that was so intrinsic in it's excellence, now the comic book is no less than 300 dollars everywhere. Nnnnnnnn-NO! (Rolled up newspaper whack to the nose.)
  7. Before selling your comic books on Craigslist, come up with a price and write it down. Then, if you have a cognitive ability towards the math, cut that number in half. Then, if the math still resides in your noggin, multiply THAT number by twenty percent. That balance is what you should sell your comic books for on Craigslist. Idiot.
  8. I’m not going to pay an exorbitant price for a comic book just because you did. Just because you paid six hundred dollars for ‘Batman Vs. A Herd of Sheep’ # 17 (Also by Garth Ennis) doesn’t mean anyone else will you asshole.


 
How many therapy sessions can
I trade this in for?
I guess my point, if I have one here, is that there need not be a great divide between a Comic Broker and a Comic Booker. The broker should cater his sales to his customers, based more on what he paid for something, rather than taking that fucking guide as bible verse. If you need to sell an ‘Amazing Spider-Man’ #700 Ditko Variant for 700 dollars to pay your nut, then you have no business being in business, and you have no nuts. Stop price gouging like a boss. And as for us? Comic bookers are a community that should be supporting each other in our collecting; you should be happy for someone who finally got all 17 issues of ‘Peter Porker: The Spectacular Spider-Ham’, instead of judging that person (Yes, I’m currently in the market for all 17 issues of ‘Peter Porker: The Spectacular Spider-Ham, so fuck you.) Enjoy your collection, and practice some humility when doing it. If you have an attitude towards someone who wants to discuss comic books with you, or towards a young person seeking guidance in the ways of the comic book, you are doing it wrong and should go collect something more suited to your disposition…like dog turds.



As a side, if anyone out there is looking to unload a collection, hit me up. I may offer you the same or less than a dealer will, but you have the benefit of knowing that I’M not going to then sell those books at a 900% mark up. I’ll actually keep them. THANKS!