Its kind of like banging your bloody head against cheap-imitation Pynchon. Hey, baby, Ill live with you if you keep licking that thing. Tear up the streets of New York suburbs. I keep meaning to come back here. I keep having things to say. But I keep finding better avenues for discussion and for diagramming my thoughts. So I keep forgetting I have one of these still. My birthday is less than a month away, which means this journal will also be another year olde.

Virtually every graphic novel you see me review on this blog was probably loaned to me by my friend Melissa, and this one is no exception. It was one I was looking to read eventually, but got bumped up the list by the fact that it, along with Saga Vol. Was handed to me as I was leaving gaming one night. Katie was the chef at a restaurant that she was a partner in. She still lives upstairs, and schmoozes the customers, and bothers the wait staf.