How quickly age descends on us. Our memories are maps to places that don't exist. I was an emperor on a green lawn wearing a white sheet and a paper crown. The birds sang my praises from the hedges and the trees
DeCroo unsentimentally recounts moments suffused with grief, longing and loss, and offers a refreshingly unfiltered view of one's self.
I'd stand for days along the edges of expressway to sing off-key into the screams of semi-trailers and cars until I stood within a cocoon of silence and flashing shadows
In a deft combination of lyrical and visceral imagery, Next Door to the Butcher Shop offers a rare, sharp, first-hand perspective of life around the edges, with dark comedy dispersed throughout.
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