When Pussy Lattimore is released from prison, he is determined to quit the lifestyle that led to a five-year incarceration. He has even covered the PUSSY tattoo on his forehead and tells everyone to call him by his birthname, Shelly. But after a night of smoking the glass dick at a party, the old Pussy returns and his actions spark off a chain of violence, awakening a cold-blooded beast that is hellbent on revenge. Charles Bronte, mild-mannered fisherman and part-time pimp, adheres Sugar Bush’s ashes to his bullets after burning his number one girl in a burn barrel and swears to put a little bit of her into every one of her killers. It is going to be a bloody day in the neighborhood.
Jimmy James "M.F." Pudge was born into this world on 6-9-1979 in a truck stop toilet at a TA Travel Center in the backwoods of South Georgia. An honest and conscientious man, Jimmy served several prison sentences because he refused to give in to the federal laws that impose independent spirits' rights to be entrepreneurs. An expert in the art of pruno, shank construction, and paper dart blow guns, Jimmy briefly served as a leader in his dorm room before being released early for good behavior.
I have to say I’ve never read anyone like this author. Completely original. This book had me captivated from page one. At times gruesome, touching, and hilarious, Pudge seems to be a literary writer producing pulp fiction. The quality is unmistakable. I’m not sure why he’s using his talent for works that aren’t literature, but as a reader of pulpy trash fiction, I’m glad he’s writing this stuff. I’ve also read “Bad Billy,” “Kitty’s Revenge,” and “When Doves Cry.” You can’t go wrong with any of these works of pulp fiction is something you enjoy.