for the love of god,
please do not read
this book until
after my death.
thank you!
— ira.
Note from the author.
Recently I've been asked a couple of times about my chapbooks Juvenilia and I Preferred His Underground Stuff, which, until this publication, went unreleased for various reasons.
The thought that someday someone else would go through and collect these and include some of the worst work is a fucking nightmare. So here are those two collections. If you find any other scraps from before I was 30—please, for the love of god, burn it.
