So, I haven’t actually read this comic, but I read a review of it here and I asked my self, “What the Fuck?”

Here’s a choice excerpt:

Then the story takes a twist that makes you wonder who this really is. Peter Parker accepts an assignment as a paparazzi?!? His fabled Spidey-sense does not help him avoid pointy elbows from his competitors. Then, throwing everything his Uncle Ben ever tried to teach him out the window, he uses his powers to catch a celebrity pictures, for a two million dollar payday. He promptly has trouble running away, displaying his abilities in public as Parker, and then stopping short just because a woman he knows is in a hot dress.

Presto, Pete’s a millionaire. He can to just afford to move out, he can move into a plush place, buy all the web fluid he wants, and pretty much anything else he feels like now.

What?!

Can someone who’s reading Spider-Man tell me that this is all just some type of horrible dream? If someone can assure me that this isn’t happening to my friendly, neighborhood wall-crawler, I’ll add it to my hold right this minute.