If you have never read Adrian Tomine’s Optic Nerve then shame on you. It is essential to be a hip indy kid. I read that in a review somewhere. But seriously even though it takes him about two years between 32 page issues(i owned my bookstore and have moved to two states since the last one) this is as good as it gets. Tomine is the relationship and life guy as far as comics go. His art is smooth and sensible and the line is crisp. Number 10 is part two of a three parter and it is the angst ride and forlorning we expect in every issue of Optic Nerve, Tomine’s art is changing and I think for the better but the storytelling is tight, and something so simple like an awkrawd kiss is captured here perfectly. If your someone who says comics can’t be literature, then I say to you read this and name a better short story published this year. You’ll be hard pressed.

just watched christian bale in the machinist. that skinny dude is batman? crazy