With Brenden gone and me no longer having to be on the lookout for any outside threats constantly, my life became rather dull rather quickly.
If anything, I am a creature of habit and repetition, so once something outside of my normal daily pattern changes, I tend to be lost for a while until I can recover, blame it on the TISM, or what have you. Still, I've always been like that, and since I needed to find something new to do, thus a few weeks after Brenden jumped into the Instance, I decided it was time to hunt down those P**emon card booster boxes.
Unfortunately, as I VERY MUCH had the voice of a five-year-old, it wasn't like I could start by calling every single sports card shop in the phone book one by one and asking, as I would be dismissed as a child in a heartbeat, so I did the next best thing.
"O-Town Sports Cards, this is Travis speaking," I heard the voice of a young man come over the phone.
