What kind of comics does one make when the house parties you go to get shot up by thugs and you hate your dumb-ass co-workers? For two men caught up in dead-end jobs in the late 1980s/early 1990s, it was sequential art with a raw immediacy that yanks your head back then follows up with a perfect throat punch. Real Deal Comix is just about every kind of disgusting you can think of but impossible to look away from.
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