That isn't to say this is needless indulgence, he clearly took from all his influences and challenged his ability to match their best work on every level and from character design to sequential layout, this is some of the most inventive and fun sequencing I've read all in one comic, yet it still comes off a concise, even succinct read! His first long-form work, Brandon took care to put his art first and just draw what he wanted. This isn't merely a comic, but a hardboiled manifesto, a call out to everyone in this industry to raise your aim and up your game from a man who literally gave his left nut to finish this book.
This book must have used all its nine lives to reach the shelves, and in spite of illness, emigration, publishers going belly-up and contractual hell, Brandon still managed to land on his feet. And throughout these streets battle lines are being drawn, a new gang called the Owls are not what they seem, and creepy men in black take a special interest in Joe's latest heist. It's the only thing that holds back his PTSD it got him through the war but with his whole squad succumbed to the drug's dusty fate, and now his future with Anna looks set to crumble with his along with his body. A vet in the Korean xombie war, Joe struggles with his addiction to Chalk: the drug that becomes you. Joe has his own femme on his mind, memories of his ex, Anna, haunting these mean streets since he returned, but across town Anna has her own problems with her current beau, Joe. Now he'll do anything to get his finned fatale back.
Wouldn't think he's in this business of spies and thievery too, but he just about drowns in self pity when he's asked to escort a beautiful, water-breathing alien to her fate at the Raquet Club, the seediest sex den in King City. Joe's only real friend left is the balaclava-clad Pete Taifighter, nicest guy in the world. But that last part is just cats in general, right? Need a second key, he'll be a copy-cat, need a hover-board? A periscope? How about a Rubix Cube solved? All in one swipe of a claw, the cat has infinite uses, and in the right hands is the ultimate weapon.
The cat's name is Earthling and given the right injection he's capable of anything. But this city has other ideas for him and his cat. But here he is years later, a Cat Master in charge of his own fate, at least that's the idea. When Joe left King for California with nothing but some shell-toes and sick lock-picking skills, he never thought he would.
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