“Book Descriptions:The basement was filthy. There was garbage all over. Any job I'd ever had involved garbage. I had been, and always would be, a garbageman. And yes, I took great pride in my garbage pedigree. It was my calling. My very meaning. Something dripped on my head. I touched my head. Thick, dark-green gel on my hand--like pureed spinach. Oh hello! I was just talking about you to someone! The stories in this collection take us on a journey to the rat-infested dive bars, restaurant kitchens, and alleys of Sam Pink's Chicago. Here our protagonist stacks kegs and cleans up puke. He unclogs toilets and breaks up fights. He fantasizes about killing his landlord. He impersonates a doctor to adopt a kitten. He has exact change for a sports drink. He watches a car wreck and eats a burrito. A pigeon eats a cigarette butt. A sandwich maker scratches himself with the tip of a knife. Welcome to the garbage times, where you best just shut the hell up and do what you have to do.” DRIVE