Another frustrated revolutionary, Dostoevsky's writings are pure opium. When engulfed in a Dostoyevsky novel, nothing else has importance.
excerpted from The Idiot by Sloth
When I was little around ten or so just a young girl I walked into the kitchen only to find my father standing at the sink totally naked picking crabs from his pubis A few years later I lea ...
excerpted from Hippie Chick by McCutcheon
Ah! Jean Paul Sartre was right. Hell is other people.
excerpted from Bend Over, Dr. Laura by McCutcheon
Things you know; Actress. Sex bomb.
excerpted from Heather Graham by McCutcheon
I wake up. Still unstable. It smells like cunt and burnt coffee.
excerpted from Sunday Morning by McCutcheon
I have never freebased cocaine. I have never injected heroin.
excerpted from Down in Albion by Sloth
McCutcheon's first novel is out now:.