So twice now already I've tried to write a review of this awesome collected volume, and twice I've failed: the first time was because I got so sucked into reading it, I ran out of time, and the second time was because I laughed so hard my coffee came out my nose and I had to clean java snot off everything. This time around, I'm not even going to open the damn thing- just know that a book that sabatoges itself from being reviewed is pretty much punk as fuck and you're going to love it. -EF

288p! b&w! 8.5"x11"!