Basement.
First thought.
What an idea.
Second thought.
What a great idea.
Third thought.
This guy was really thinking hard.
I’m thinking Coors, Budweiser, porn sold at the counter of corner stores.
This is the America I’ve flirted with.
Mark Rogers has drawn upon something very special here.
It’s America, it’s apple pie and peaches.
Take a spoon full, with a large helping of ice cream.
The taste won’t be to everyone’s taste buds.
But it certainly resonated with me on many levels.
The dialogue may offend.
The apple pie has been in the fridge for too long. The opened can of peaches is now rusty and surely food poison can’t be far away.
Stick to the hotdogs with onion, much safer.
Small town perversions.
Who hasn’t had a porn night?
Night Nurses, silicon and Bud Light.
Mark’s vision of America is both sublime and depressing.
How do you revive a town that relies solely on retail?
Bring in the prisoners and shack them up in the basement.
This book is quirky. It’s real. It’s got a quality to it that rings true.
If you are sick of the PC brigade, then read this book.
I for one won’t be lynching Mr. Rogers for his observations.
It’s a brave book.
Seems that fiction is the last enclave where freedom of speech is preached and respected.
Read it before Amazon ban it, TODAY.
