I tried my best not to get through these too fast, and I feel like I need to go back and do a reread. Each one is different, but have a layer of a good for nothingness, runaways, on the run, mildy perverted, meth head personalities. But each story is like picking the most sordid looking guy that no one wants to take a second glance at in a run down town and peering into a scenario of their everyday existence. In some stories the things that happen are insane to the 'tame folk', but johnson makes a conversation with a guy who has a scar on both cheeks from having a bullet blasted through his face a fish in water - solemn occurrence.
Edit: I should add that I took a second over to listen to this book, and it was still a scuzzy and wicked time. It still feels like walking in a desolate town in a winter's day in South Dakota, jumping into the only bar then sleeping with the town's only whore. haha like I know what any of that feels like.
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