“This is looking like my tap out point.
I keep feeling like this book is the late 2000’s version of comics that tried to be “dark” in the 90’s. And the late 2000’s version of dark comics is gritty comics.
So much grit you could polish and entire mountain’s worth of stones!
Every character is a bad man who does bad things. “I know I’ve done bad things. Walked a dark road. And it seems like, with every hill, maybe when I crest it, I’ll be out of the darkness, see the sun on the horizon. But then it’s just another hill. Another stretch of blood-soaked asphalt.”
Ha, that’s fun!
“You wonder about the darkness in a man’s heart. But what you gotta look for is the darkness in his balls. Because that’s where the real darkness lives. The man who can gut another man and be balls deep in a whore the same night–that man’s got a darkness deep in his balls, and he’ll never fuck it out.”
Too easy.
“I ever tell you how I got this scar? Most people see it, think I probably got it doing a dime in Florence, maybe from my time in the sandbox. Boy, I got this scar tripping in the bathroom in the shithole of a trailer I live in. Got it from my mom after she died. Overdose. Her boyfriend was squatting there when I found him, passed out in a pile of his own shit and piss. I put an end to that, got the place cleaned up. Even put in a tile floor. Probably the only trailer in the park with a tile bathroom floor. What they don’t tell you, though, is how slick that new tile is. You know, after I slipped, and I tasted the blood in my mouth, I laughed. I laughed because after all the shit I been through, it was a slick tile floor that almost done me in. Pride cometh before the fall, son.””