“»Elizabeth Ellen writes so beautifully raw of mail-order brides, truckers and slippery details of Mamas sex life that one almost wants to be an American white-trash kid himself.”
a quote from a review in a Germany People or something (i can’t ever be sure). i love what’s lost/found in translation here. so happy to be an american white-trash kid. where’s my kid rock tee when i need it. dayum.