Or – “A Garth Ennis Joint With A Name Like This? Oh, Yes, There Will Be Blood.”
I’ll say this for the work of Garth Ennis: I don’t always know where the story is going, and sometimes I don’t like where it ends up, but I generally trust that the ride will be worth the jolts. It’s sort of like stepping onto the Gravitron, while a carnie named Junior who you just KNOW is a meth addict eats half a corndog and drinks malt liquor out of a brown paper bag. Or as a wise young topless woman once told me: ‘A cheap thrill is still a thrill.’

















