I’m a high-tech low-life. A cutting edge, state-of-the-art bi-coastal multi-tasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond!
I would rather be a person who struggled there than someone who had a great, easy time and then got out in the world and was like, "Wait a minute, I didn't get voted class president? What's going on?" You know, "popular" doesn't necessarily correlate to anything. "Popular" still has to get up at 7:00 in the morning and go to work and do something worthy too. There's no edge, really, that you get from being whatever was popular in school.
Flying the Feathered Edge captures my life story in an authentic and accurate way. I don't know how it could have been done any better.
We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold.
Life is frustrating enough. Your hobby isn't supposed to put you over the edge.
Sometimes tender, sometimes spiral-eyed-but always, as we say, 'of a mind' -Lily Brown's sonorous and cerebral poems can fire synapses you never knew you had. If you're careful, Rust or Go Missing will keep you on the edge of your head.
A dozen extra steps becomes a tremendous aggravation when you are pushing your edge out hour after hour.