Publisher's Synopsis
Kevin Ridgeway is a saint-but like any good saint, he is a sinner. His writing dissects the backroads and rooftops of our fallen world with infinite empathy. He regrets it all even as he revels in it.
Junkie Saints. Crushed paintings. Boarding house knife fights. The friend who disappeared into rumors Ridgeway's writing chronicles the aesthetics of forgotten places. He draws beautiful maps of hell so that you can pass through when you find yourself there.
-Scott Noon Creley, author of Digging a Hole to the Moon
-Don Winter, Poet The semi-annual detox is in full swing, here in the flop house of the deranged and unemployable, ravaged warriors of imaginary wars, a would be pall bearer vagabond, too high on thunder and lightning to know better. drunken suicide pacts made in ant-infested bathtubs, strange rumblings of nonsense manifestos and cigarette smoke permeates the air. Drink cheap malts and pass out in ramen noodle adorned slumber to be woken by the screams of an upstairs knife fight.
-Dave Roskos, editor of Big Hammer & Street Value zines
