I’ve decided that every Tuesday I’m going to go back and reread an issue of Transmetropolitan. It seems appropriate, what with my stream of brain medications and my endless frustration with the planet. If you’ve not read Transmet you need to, even if you’re not perhaps fans of comic books. It rocks the world. Think Hunter S. Thompson in a crazy future with more exciting drugs and more interesting weapons, bringing the light (and the chairleg) of TRUTH into the City.

Issue 3 – Up On The Roof

- The cop with the “Submit Now” written on the riot shield, man. Wherever we spit, cops we run… endless streets we run…
- And our first look at the lovely auburn hair’d Amazon Channon, oh she the valiant stripper sans nipples, former body guard and pay dacoit.
- I need a t-shirt that says “I’m a completely different kind of bastard.”
- “The smell of scrotal sweat and dirty panty elastic…”
- So many of my freaking ex’s could have been labeled “A p3n1s with a promise.”
- Two tugs of a dead dog’s c0ck. That phrase has served me in good stead across the years.
- The black panel with sparkles on it showing the cops leaving after they beat the sh!t out of him is by far one of the best renditions I’ve seen of a near faint. Bravo.

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