"A man and his rooster exit a taxi idling on a crowded street. The man is short and thin, and the rooster is green, and the rooster belongs to him. He's wearing a fresh shirt, the blood all washed out, and his polyester slacks shine a little in the afternoon light. He's too young to be balding, but is. His mouth is a rotten mess, owing to bad hygiene and a shabu habit. His name is Ignacio. He and the rooster are villains."
This is the opening paragraph of Moondogs by Alexander Yates, and this is the shit I live for! Could it be any better? I read it and couldn't stop smiling. I had to close the book and take a deep breath to calm down the excitement I have to read the rest. I quite simply can't wait!
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