Eddie Little

Little's new novel, Steel Toes, is out this month, published by L.A. Weekly Books/St. Martin's Press. This piece has nothing to do with that, but Little thought it might be worth a few laughs, and a few bucks. OCTOBER 1999 When I first roll in to Super Max, I cut......

Vlad and his brother love the United States, their adopted country of 15 years. A GQ subscriber, Vlad has become the quintessential consumer, finding the latest fashions and wearing them with a zest that is frightening. Though he babbles on about ties and lapels and designers, this immigrant GenX'er knows......

The night is soft like velvet, smog lifting after a hot day. The sound of engines and horns muffled by residential streets that barely separate the crumbling two-story Victorian from downtown traffic. Andrew and his crew gather outside, just out of sight. They’re all wearing sneakers, dark pants and LAPD......

Echoing screams drip into my head like molten lead dripping into water, sizzling, steaming, then hardening and taking shape, morphing into distinct sounds and words. The different voices meld into a harmony straight outta hell. The institutional odor of piss and disinfectant mixed with the smell of adrenaline-loaded, fear-inspired sweat......