Quincy Boy paints a vivid picture of a bygone time and place, filled with equal parts beauty and ugliness that resonates with anyone raised in working-class Massachusetts (or Anywhere, USA for that matter). Brett's skillful storytelling recounts the warmth of a tight-knit community, the claustrophobia of homogeny and tribalism of your beloved hometown, the beer and hormones-soaked air of punk rock shows, and the inevitable ups, downs, wins, and losses of ordinary life. I relate to so much of it myself, and highly recommend Quincy Boy to anyone that recalls jumping into sketchy water-filled quarries (and other such adolescent foolishness) with fondness, and yearns for some great stories.