“Sixth grade camp could have been a prime opportunity for faggotry had I been a little less awkward and introverted. I could have been blowing schoolmates in the middle of the night, the attendant asleep in the office, dreaming of his mother and acres of forest fires.”
“A profoundly disquieting and sombre meditation, written in vivid and masterfully controlled incantatory prose. One of the grimmest, most hypnotically fucked up and important books we’ve published. A major find.” – Philip Best
44 pp. Stapled booklet.