The Eric Bogosian one, not the Penelope Spheeris one.
I hear the book is good?
Party at the moon tower.
A quirky, small-town murder comedy that really happened.
I hate to break it to you: that special sauce is made of feces and human suffering.
Completely of its time and as fresh and relevant now as it ever was, Slacker’s strangely packaged honesty is magnetic.