Robbie Bruens’s Reviews > McGlue > Status Update

“[I] catch the whiff of another unwashed man hanging in the salt air...feel the heat of that body, let it warm me. Like whiskey to the heart it lets me know who I am and where I’m going and the answer is it doesn’t matter at all, it’s nothing, it’s empty air and just right and the wind picks up and we’re on, fast, sun behind us, everywhere...The ground is still. So I open my eyes. I’m in jail.”