Speaking of kids, you will be freaked to learn that:
No, it's true! The author proves it, in such elegantly-titled chapters as: "It Doesn't Take Long to Murder a Child," "Grab Him Back with Love and He Will Let You Go," "The X-Rated Children," "Kids Like You Don't Have Funerals," and "Smelling How Bad You Smell Can Take Your Voice Away." (If you find yourself perplexed by that last title, allow me to provide some context: "Smelling how bad you smell can take your voice away and unhinge your face, keeping only your eyes alive." I hope that clears things up.) The prose itself is dense with creature metaphors: "sell my tail," "johns prefer chickens," and, most cryptically of all, "he's seen the elephant...and gotten trampled." Now, you'd hardly expect it of a dude who is capable of such sentences as, "The street squeezes all the juice out of a kid," but I looked him up and it turns out he is famous for bad touch! WHAT? Who could have guessed? This is like an O. Henry story, practically!