"A morbid geography of the body, gay identity and isolation, that reads like Ligotti drunk on Pinot Noir and throwing rocks at the windows of abandoned warehouses. Perry has been writing some of the best weird fiction I have read this year and I am very proud to feature this piece in the booklet series, limited to 66 copies for order through the webstore.
Digitally offset printed by a union printshop, 26 pages total." - Death Wound Publishing
Full disclosure, I'm a friend of the author. He sent this to me multiple times for feedback. I've become very familiar with this story and with each and every word. This version is only slightly different than the others I've read.
Even so, it still very effectively approaches pure, horrific, and painful climax, and every time I read that last page I sit forward in my seat and my eyes grow wide. While Perry has since sent me stories that I feel surpass this, I'll always remember this as the story that helped me not only understand who my friend is but also understand that he is a damn good writer.
(Also the "oxygen thief" line will never leave my head. That was a good one Perry!)