Those mysterious gang pictures tend to be a bit on the cringe side.
Ah, yes, "Evil" Sorcerer. Because we couldn't tell otherwise. And people call themselves Evil all the time.
"Linford's man." Oh? So he swings that way?
No, I just can't take those guys seriously.
So, he comes in, talks about how he's going to say something, excuses that he can't say much, and doesn't say much of anything of use anyway, mostly because he wasted most of the time talking about talking rather than actually talking.
Sleepy Fran is adorable. Barely awake, and only awake because of food.
There's something calming about that street scene on page 30.
And then punk guy ruined it. Kick his ass.