yes, the title's a pun. anyone who's seen my "work" in the last eleven years of decibel magazine knows that i've done way, way worse. this thing is out of print now (edit: just kidding), but it's the first of two novels i put out on vitriol, which is justin from graf orlock's... he would rightfully RPG me in the forehead if i called it a "boutique label." but that's close enough for the purposes of this increasingly incoherent post. here's a synopsis i barfed out a long time ago:
“A morose barfly drowns his misguided affection for barely legal trollops in crossword puzzles and wells whiskey. But Murray Baron isn’t just a regular at Seattle dive haven the Kapital — he exists in the bar in perpetuity, days and weeks bleeding formlessly into one another, punctuated only by cock-crushingly banal conversation. When he finally literally unseats himself to save a friend’s life, the decision ignites a series of overlapping absurdist confrontations straight from the id of a 12-year-old. Murray’s fate seems to have been halved into either suffocating barstool inertia or outlandish hyperactive lunacy, and only a highly dubious psychic can help him revisit the pivotal adolescent event that put him in this very literal state of arrested development.”
i dunno if that sounds good or not (evidently, at one point in my life, i felt totally okay about "cock-crushingly"), but in the interest of being the slightest bit positive about my lifetime literary output, i can tell you that without question this is the best novel ever inspired by a video from linkin park's second album.if you're still reading, jamie leary and bruno guerreiro (both formerly decibel's head designers) annihilated the cover and layout, and were way too gracious over the years helping out with indesign formatting issues.