I’ve seen “him” thrice in the past two years.
Blimey, I read John Locke when I studied political philosophy for my major. Interesting to see someone is still reading his works.
Picked this up for a buck. Quick and disturbing urban read, a la Ryu Murakami. Korean girl, crazy mama, shitbird dad…homeless, drugs, sex, rehab. Just a real hard desolate block of the underbelly.
Some good lines;
How can you not love someone who lets you see them in all that pain?
the fight had taken the bones out of her.
Don’t you ever get a tattoo. All it says is that you ain’t open to change.
I struck a match and dropped it in his ear.
he had no idea that grief was a reward.
This looks good.