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 06 – God Riding Shotgun
I’m going outside the damn house today. You may begin your applause now.
The cover art. Are we sure it’s the future? Looks like NYC, present day. Same page: “The End Of The World Is Still Nigh”. Like it’s been for the last 2000 years or so.
There’s a great quote here but it’s redacted for not being at all in anyway worksafe. 
What is it about that tin-foil halo I love ever so much? I think I need a crown of razorblades and barbed wire. Yes, yes indeed.
“Here to go, as we used to say when I was a prostitute.” Also, I love the double-mouth effect created by the fake beard pulled down to Spider’s chin.
I do love watching Spider destroy the temple… although this issue is really damn preachy in it’s own special way.
My get up and go has got up and went. Can I get back in bed now?
Tags: gonzo, sleep, Spider Jerusalem, transmet