Witch Piss
by Sam Pink
Lazy Fascist Press, 2014
112 pages / $8.95 buy from Amazon
Rating: 7.0
Witch Piss is the bottom of a forty oz.
Witch Piss is a novel.
Witch Piss is published by Lazy Fascist Press.
Witch Piss is Sam Pink writing about a Sam Pink-like narrator.
Witch Piss is homeless men.
Witch Piss is “Y’gah be kiddin me.”
Witch Piss is a slurry of language.
Witch Piss is written in dialect.
Witch Piss is a man named Spider-Man.
Witch Piss is a girl named Janet in a dirty Depends.
Witch Piss is crack rocks.
Witch Piss is crack pipes.
Witch Piss is smoking crack in a shit-stained alley.
Witch Piss is King Cobra.
Witch Piss is homeless guys disappearing.
Witch Piss is promising to share a burrito and only leaving the lettuce.
Witch Piss is “His body odor was worse than mine in a way that made me want to worship him.”
Witch Piss is schadenfreude.
Witch Piss is longing for purpose.
Witch Piss is a bunch of really simple, banal sentences and then a really deep, meaningful one.
Witch Piss is a repetition of really simple sentences and then deep, meaningful ones sandwiched between.
Witch Piss is better than I expected it to be.
Witch Piss is a guy with a home hanging out with guys without homes and drinking and pretending to be homeless.
Witch Piss is reminiscent of when I thought I was a crust punk in college and ate stale tortilla chips out of top of the dining hall trash can one night.
Witch Piss is a little frustrating because of this.
Witch Piss is ultimately mesmerizing, though.
Witch Piss is the simple joys of life buried beneath the filth.
Witch Piss is Travelling Vice Lords shooting Black Disciples.
Witch Piss is sacks filled with sandwiches and razor blades.
Witch Piss is the train leaking hot oil into alleyways.
Witch Piss is set in Chicago.
Witch Piss is Chicago.
Tags: Lazy Fascist Press, sam pink, Witch Piss
Sam Pink is ace.
“ate stale tortilla chips out of top of the dining hall trash can one night.”
no wonder u anonymous
Yeah, this review is dope. And Sam Pink is the man.
I have it on good authority that line inspired Melissa’s lunch question.