Last week I saw this commercial for Oronamin C (great link) and was struck by this seriously disturbing guy. I found out his name is Kazuo Umezu and he writes manga. When I checked out his homepage I discovered how he started the genre Romance Comedy but then made the leap to horror, whacko surrealism and how he also has a band.
I start thinking, I might really like this guy. So I went to the used bookstore and picked up a couple of his comics. The one I started to read was Hebi Shojo. Snake Girl.
I didn't get very far. This is how far I got. Here is the front cover...Hebi Shojo.
Oh MY GOD!! GUWA!! (dog gets eaten)
Basically, our handsome fellow returns home thoroughly messed up. He spend three days in his futon just deteriorating. Until...you guessed it...he dies (below), a horrible, painful, gruesome death.
The next two frames are as follows, a lovely little grandmother talking to her grandchildren. She's telling them the story, saying it's true and all.
And then their faces. That is when I knew I loved the guy. At least so far.
Here is his postcard for the Year of the Chicken