Sit down, grab a beer or thirty, and stick your nose in Volume 2 of Portrait of the Artist as a Young Teenage Werewolf. By the time you reach the last page, you'll be ready to leap up, rip your shirt open, punch your fists through the drywall in every wall of your home, and take to the streets. These are the kinds of tales that will make you flip over parked cars, punch unsuspecting people in the face, and light every building in your vicinity on fire. So check your liability insurance and grab a can of gasoline, and get ready to lose your goddamn mind.