One Potato Review
“Some call them crumbs. I call them friends. I like helping them out. Anybody makes trouble, I step in. That’s my job. I’m a tough cookie.” And who is the formidable nemesis in all this? Fingers, of course. Like the wrath of God, descending and randomly horrible. There’s not much deeper meaning here, but this book is worth reading for its noirish tough-guy language, and also because how many times have you considered life from the bottoms, tops and middles of a cookie jar? Filling on many levels.