Chocolate, vanilla, existential horror, drug addiction, musical fantasy…there’s a flavor for everyone’s misery.
Chocolate, vanilla, existential horror, drug addiction, musical fantasy…there’s a flavor for everyone’s misery.
I was hoping that this comic was going to be Tank Girl meets Rat Queens set to the strains of Bikini Kill, something beautiful, hilarious, and timely yet timeless. Sadly, it wasn’t, but not for want of trying, only maybe trying a bit too hard…