Brandon LaPrad Bye has as many eyes as he’s supposed to and just as many hands. He could look up forever if he wasn’t so afraid of tripping or running into things. Born and beefed-up in the great state of NH, he did not attend private school, sorry John Irving, but has always had great fervor for the way of the tongue and the bounty of language. The fun house of his mind seems to contain *a desert island, a Disneyland of droll deviance, a porn movie and buckets of paint. In the end, this baroque bouquet of cockamamie thought slinks around the page enveloping layers of unusual masculinity and clean-cut cunning. Attempts at greatness are shown here in all their slippery splendor.
Enjoy!

*told by the lovely and talented Laura Warrell.