Painstakingly sincere stories from newcomer Thomas Herpich. Exotic and lyrical, his work is populated by flustered astronauts, disheveled pilgrims, carefree fugitives, rainbow werewolves, crass donkey people, and gold-suited ex-misogynists all careening past an increasingly blurred landscape towards what they hope is some sort of enlightenment or maturity or something. A uniquely personal new voice in the comics world.
Spied this book's glowing orange cover on the bottom shelf of my local comic shop's "indie" section. Decided $3.95 was worth the risk. Weird and charming and kind of ugly at times, but never boring.