"As a measure of defense, some memories are stored way back in the corner of your mind. Under a dusty pile of fanzines, a box of Polaroids, ragged issues of Creem, whatever your flavor of poison to hoard. It's a moment, an indiscretion that rattles you and cuts through your nostalgic bliss. A shiver that causes you to sit up straight...We all have secrets. This book is captivating from the jump and nerve-wracking for those of us who find comfort in knowing what direction we're heading. It is unpredictable, bold, raw and wickedly honest." - Danny Bland (author of In Case We Die, I Apologize in Advance for the Awful Things I'm Gonna Do," and "We Shouldn't Be Doing This.") "A mash note from beyond the grave to a lost Vegas . 1980s punk teen dysfunction, traumatized ex-boyfriends, abusive high school cliques, biker gang drug culture, unethical party monster doctors and former Elvis sidemen collide in a melancholic travelogue through a spiritual wasteland. The self-effacing murder victim gives us a matter-of-fact, blow-by-blow commentary as she haunts both her friends and her predator in a suburban, desert dystopia. Nuto's narrator has a casual, resigned familiarity with her new state of being. Coupled with her stream-of-consciousness run-on sentences, we're sucked helplessly into a whirlpool of doom, caught up in the relentless current, unable to latch onto a life preserver. We see ominous harbingers of Death rushing headlong towards us, much like an out-of-control carnival ride...locked into one final, endlessly accelerating rollercoaster to oblivion. There's no getting off, and the effect is harrowing and masterful.- Chris D. (author of "No Evil Star," "Dragon Wheel Splendor and Other Love Stories of Violence and Dread," "Mother's Worry," et.al.; singer/songwriter of the bands The Flesh Eaters and Divine Horsemen) "A vivid recollection of a crazy time in the crazy place of the American Southwest...a transitional time before entire cities were turned into theme parks. Magically real, her story echoes the truth of the women I grew up with, who fought an oppression they could feel empirically but not always articulate with street smarts and sheer guts. And then there are the ghosts..." - Victor Krummenacher (of bands Camper Van Beethoven, Monks of Doom and The Third Mind)