The day I quit taking Ritalin, I realized I was fucked. Eighteen, uneducated, and dependent on a drug I couldn't afford without my father's health insurance - I was already a loser. Could've tried harder, but what was the point? It was 1986, and my generation was the first in a century that wouldn't do as well as their parents.
“A great punk rock coming-of-age story set in Eastern Washington
in the 1980s – then emerging as a satellite to the nascent
Seattle music scene hub. Hormonal teenage angst meets radioactive
rabbit shit as wayward youth contemplate life, jobs, and the future
— and escaping the drudgery of their nuclear-bomb-producing
factory town.”
Poems of mortality, faith and the sociopolitical landscape of America in
2016. With this collection, Brandon Pitts beautifully captures the maelstrom
of American society in the throes of self-destruction.
Since its release in late December of 2011, this dynamic
collection of poetry surprised the Toronto lit scene with strong sales and a
unique voice. Originally published on the small Canadian publisher IOWI by
Cheryl Antao Xavier, this central Canadian hit is now out of print after 4
pressings.
