I read Justin Carter's chapbook "Trill" last night, tangled in my quilt with the heater on, washing down his words with sedatives. The book arrived in the mail with hand written annotations and illustrations. The poems in this chapbook are the adventure and binge of youth, the reckless consumption of everything that can kill us, the way we laugh and weep our way out of it. How to love while smoke and party songs and rap music lie heavy on your body. How to steal everything back before you've lost it.