I read Joe Brainard's I Remember on the bus ride to do my last Vipassana sit. As I sat for hours meditating I realised I wanted to use the same writing format (characterized by Cedar as "weightless) to chronicle my fucked up Florida teen years, when the war on drugs was reaching the first of many peaks. I did a bunch of weird shit with my teen punk friends, then ended up getting put into two terrible drug rehabs (one for 13 months) that fucked up my brain and beat me into being a born again christian. Random violence is a theme that runs throughout this time, and I'm grateful that I escaped the Space Coast. This book was published by Old Gold and debuted at the NY ARt Book Fair.
5.5 x 8.5 inches
Black and white photocopy with color cover
First edition of 200 copies