Dan Wright's writing hits like a good friend updating you on the past few years after making eye contact in a moderately crowded bar in an industrial part of town. After sharing a hug that could pancake a Volvo, he sips a cheap beer beloved by the people of that bar. He opens himself up like a prognostic fish on a cutting board tired of Heraclitus's eternal river of sewage, but never willing to quit and always willing to take that fisherman's knife and tell the world, "Thank you but I can do it myself!
~ RC Patterson, Black Magic