Omario is a struggling artist who's got quite the chip on his shoulder -- but he'd better get over himself before he ends up flipping burgers at MBQ, the local fast-food restaurant. When the hopes and absurdities of trying to make it in this world clash, Omario might just melt down like a cheeseburger under a blazing heat lamp.
Smith begins his oddesy through the fucked up urban multiethic world of LA. While his work is highly original and interesting it is also extremely violent, including gang/drug violence, gay/trans bashing, and extreme sexual violence towards women. Overall, I can see the worth of this urban African American manga even though the content is not my cup of tea.
The main problem with this book is that it only just starts to feel like it's getting going before it's over, but it's not quite compelling enough to make me want to go out and get the next volume. A shame, since there is something here, a spark, but not quite enough.
I had no idea where this was going until the end. As with Peepochoo it feels like it wants to be 3 different stories in one go and it only just about sticks the landing.
The moral is really good but why is there just so much fucked up shit in it for seemingly no reason? It just cheapens it in my view.