The American dream is a dream like no other. Jobs line
streets of gold, vacuum cleaners and TVs sit in every house, and families
gathered each night to eat hot meals made lovingly by Mom. Everything seemed
perfect; an idea of Middle America that has inspired generations. But
underneath every love story sits a horror so dark and disturbing that Norman
Rockwell himself would spin in his grave if he ever got wind of it—a horror of
family secrets and broken dreams, where things beyond the human redemption can
happen even in the quietest of suburbia. This is the premise for THE MILKMAN
MURDERS, a comic so thoroughly fucked up and heart-wrenching, that if you
finish reading it unscathed, you probably don't have a heart. In fact, feel
free to feel bad about yourself right now.
