Like a fucking red Monte Carlo with a black racing stripe cutting through the middle of it, and there’s some superintense Fantômas shit jolting from the car speakers, like Mike Patton and Buzz Osbourne just completely losing it, but no steering wheel. I go, Do you guys ever feel like you’re locked inside a car that’s moving really fast? Jamming a blue straw that’s been cut in half up my right nostril, I snort. You should be happy because our rad friend is back from Arizona. That’s what I mean, man, he finishes, before dipping two of his fingers in a glass of water and sliding them up his nose real fast.Ĭome on, Chris, Kyle says.

It’s June and you weren’t wearing any sunglasses. You walked off the airplane an hour ago with your shoulders bunched up, looking all timid and shit while you were waiting for your luggage at the bag claim. I mean, I remember when you came back to the city during Christmas break and you came over here one time in the middle of the night in a fucking limousine, wearing a pair of shades with like three scarves hanging off your neck, a bottle of champagne in your hands, totally name-dropping a couple of the dudes from the Brian Jonestown Massacre that you and Laura were hanging out with after a show.

You’ve been in the fucking desert for a year and you look pale, man. Your face looks all worn out and sunken in. Set it down on the coffee table in front of me, right next to an issue of VICE magazine-the drugs issue-and even though I actually think I know what Chris meant by that, I still ask him:Ĭhris swings his bloodshot, pitch-black-circled eyes over to his roommate and childhood friend of mine, Kyle, then quickly back to me, and says, You’ve totally lost your edge, man. You almost don’t look like the same Travis, Chris tells me after picking up a small mirror with two lines of blow on it. The book ends with travis not going to the college that his pushy father wanted. She died of an overdose, but travis did not know she was dead. (major spoiler) Travis wanye, killed a woman. Many situations like these arise and we discover that in the end, what happened in hawaii was the most important plot in the story. The woman is not only travis's friend but also cliffs girlfriend. (spoilers.) The story becomes intense when his friend cliff goes to jail for running into a house and killing a woman and two children. when his loved ones ask him what he did there, he changes the subject. Travis ran away to go to hawaii, and wasnt seen for three years. The author describes in great detail about the life of drugs. As some people would most likely draw away from this type of book, i was more intrested.

What readers think is an innocent love story, soon turns into a life of drugs, sex, and violence. we find him to be regretting ever leaving his love, laura.

Exit here by jason myers