Kasher in the Rye: The True Tale of a White Boy from Oakland Who Became a Drug Addict, Criminal, Mental Patient, and Then Turned 16

by Moshe Kasher

The cop laughed as she said this, and I imagined shooting his scalp off and seeing a brain made of stuck-together donut holes fall to the floor.

There was something I found so phenomenally satisfying about the process of cracking a therapist’s professional armor. I’d look for a small chink, poke my little vitriolic prick into it, and start pumping it until they lost their shit and I ejaculated victory all over them.

Teenage vampires we were, sucking down whatever blood we could find in the bottom of a bottle.

I was born a mess of paper cuts, the world was a pool of lemon juice I’d been shot into.