first i must look back upon my life and remember the hardships of my childhood. my parents leaving me at my grandmas doorstep at two in the morning without even telling her i was there. my granmother punishing me for lying by making me drink liquid soap. my cat trying to rip off my nipple. and even with all these hardships in my life nothing has caused me more pain then green arrow number 7. in all my twenty years of living have i ever read such a big pile of stinky, rotten, ozzing pile of elephant crap. i wanted to rip my eyes out on the artwork. i wanted to eat the pages of the book to make the pain go away in my head. i want to make every last man on death row to read this book so that they know there are worse things in life other than waiting for your death date. long story short i was disappointed in this comic. i had high hopes for a better creative team but no cigar. i give the story a fuck you out of five and the art an evil out of five. and i know were not viewers ron.