First up on the reading list is, "Flesh," by Richard Laymon, about a parasite of sorts that enters a human body, allowing for a whole slew of surprises. Like...shooting you wife in the face! Or eating your friends! Absolutely fantastic so far, proving once again why I love Laymon so much. If this book is anything like his rest, soon enough, some dude will be running around, complete with solid boner and a machete headed straight for your skull. I shit you not. I swear it's a reoccuring theme with his writing. Killer!
Next is, "Wastelands," a short story collection about the end of world, the apocalypse and general, "holy fuck we're all gonna die" type situations. Haven't cracked it open yet, but I'm certain I'll enjoy this. There's probably nothing cooler than post apocalyptic partying, motorcyle death races, fire-dancing and jus tlooking like a bad-ass with a neon mohawk, strategically torn leather jacket a biker vest. Basically, I wanna be the Road Warrior. Yep.
Finally, there's Henry Rollins', "The First Five," a collection of his first batch of books. It's a bunch of essays, prose and interesting tidbits about loneliness, desolation, being on the road, dealing with assholes and being an asshole. I'm slowly chugging through it, and so far, it's been a good read. I like Henry Rollins, but you really can only read his earlier stuff in small chunks (I've don't think I've read anything he's written past '86, so I don't know if he starts lightening up later on) but it's really cool and well worth the mild bouts of bummed outedness.
Alright, I think that's about all I'm reading at the moment, or at least pretending to read to make my bookcase look full and bountiful. It's kind of a lost cause, though, to read so many things at once, given the fact that I can barely remember what I did a week ago, but that's how I roll.
Happy October reading!