We all have people in our lives that just wonâ€™t go away. We try to block them out of our memories, but time and time again they keep showing up and keep bothering us.
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Scott Christian Carr has balls. Big, hairy, hyper-inflated balls that he doesn’t mind showing off at every opportunity. Anyone who is willing to throw the attack on the Twin Towers and baby tentacle-rape at the reader in the friggin prologue has to. He doesn’t hold back anything and the effect is tremendous. By 7 pages in, you know that nothing and noone is safe from this man and his horrific dreams where laughter is mixed with blood-tainted vomit.