Every story in this collection is an escape attempt. Some have better tools and plans than others, but they\u27re all working towards a shared goal. When I sit down to write, I often picture the small crevices in my brain the ideas squeeze through before dropping down into the sewer of my imagination. If they manage to break free, then I clean them off, picking away bits of filth, until they\u27re able to stand and grow on their own.
The characters filling my thesis are composite sketches of people I’ve known, animals I’ve met, and a sampling of my insecurities and deepest, darkest fears. It’s important that these characters exist because their presence on the page means one less worry in my head. The bleach drinking teenagers, rapidly expanding men, amateur executioners, and Borscht Belt comedians who fill these pages are me, and I am them
