Jacob needed to get to his car in the ground level parking garage. The armful of wine bottles made that task a little more difficult than he ever expected coming from his high rise apartment. The after party awaited for him to bring the goods, and while he didn’t care for wine, he never knew his short trip would be this much of a terrible ride.
Troy Aaron Ratliff was born and raised in Hamilton, Ohio and self educated in writing, art and voice impersonations. When he's not reading, writing, sketching, or cooking up his next monstrosity, you can generally find him defending the galaxy from the forces of evil, feeding hippopotamuses, dining with foreign dignitaries and Zen masters, waking up to his supermodel wife, altering the space-time inter-dimensional warp or, more than likely, stuck in traffic somewhere in Southern California on his magic carpet.
Of all Troy Aaron Ratliff's work, this is the one I think didn't really resonate with me. Not to say that it wasn't enjoyable, but the ending didn't grab or shock me. What made this worth reading was Ratliff's ability to get into a character's head and make it real for the reader. He does this here with great skill. Not terrible. It was solid. A definite must read for Ratliff fans.