Steal Me for Your Stories
Tiny Hardcore Press
I’ve never been to New York City, but it has always seemed to me, from watching television and reading books set in New York, that an integral part of being a New Yorker is riding the subway.
A guy in a three piece suit and briefcase standing beside a man wearing only a tinfoil fedora and Minnesota Vikings t-shirt. A woman giving birth at one end of the train and someone being stabbed on the other side. Somewhere on the train there’s a scruffy looking guy reading or possibly scribbling something in a notebook. If you’re sitting beside him, you won’t be able to resist reading over his shoulder to see what he’s reading or writing or what his text messages are saying and who they’re from. He’s got a flask of whiskey in his pocket and he’ll even offer you a swig. Whatever stop he gets off on, it would be best to follow him because he’ll show you parts of the city that you’ve never seen before. That guy is Robb Todd in Steal Me for Your Stories.
I just want to be buddies with him, just for a night. He’ll show me around New York City and around every corner there’ll be another pyscho ex girlfriend, an after-after hours party, or just a group of locals who seem set upon making the night more interesting.
I just want to be buddies with him, just for a night. He’ll show me around New York City and around every corner there’ll be another pyscho ex girlfriend, an after-after hours party, or just a group of locals who seem set upon making the night more interesting. Robb Todd’s prose are razor sharp and his pace is quick. He’s got the deft agility of a pickpocket. The way his words jostle the reader around, it makes you feel like your feet aren’t on even ground and you like the feeling.
SMFYS is filled with excellent stories. Sexy, cool, quick, brutal, hip, gut wrenching, toe curling stories. Buy the ticket, take the ride.