by PhilipHarris July 26, 2002 11:44 pm (No Comments)
After pilfering a book from my schools library (shh) that was deemed by its back cover to hit the reader like “the Hallelujah Chorus being played by 200 kazoo players with perfect pitch” I realized that what I was hiding underneath my jacket wasn’t just your usual mediocre Highschool library book but something special. Usually we hear of the “author that dies before his prime story” and half the time that is written about a middling writer who would have never reached his prime even …
