6 decades books

Straight from the gutter. Straight from merciless and filthy ritual decadence of a quiet drink and a cold night plastered on the bluestone floor of a forgotten alley. Straight out of a double barrelled twelve gauge sawn off shotgun fired in hurt and anger at the shadows. Straight out of hell. Straight for the ceaseless pounding of a wicked serpentine vein. Straight in. Straight through. Straight out the other side. And straight into oblivion.