“A wicked new voice in crime and noir. A story that pulls you deep into the thorns. Writing that sings.”

Jack Getze, editor of Spinetingler Magazine


“Pulpier than a box full of blood oranges, with the best, weirdest father son road trip this side of a Waylon Jennings song.”

Joshua Corin, author of Nuclear Winter Wonderland


“There’s rarely a word wasted in this quirky pulp travelogue.…This book is a masterpiece of the American Idiom and should be thoroughly read by all.”

J.D. Graves, editor of Econoclash Magazine

“A compelling and original road story that moves with the ease of an El Camino cruising across a battered American highway.”

Alec Cizak, author of Down on the Street


“A fresh voice taking on uncharted portions of the American literary landscape. Unique, funny, and wholly Max Sheridan’s.”

Tom Pitts, author of American Static

Cover art by Rock the Dog

Cover art by Rock the Dog

There’s nothing 15-year-old Doc Candy likes better on a hot summer afternoon than snapping pictures of dead armadillos off Route 82.

Until a no-good grifter of a father he hasn’t seen in eight years comes blowing up to his window at two in the morning in a hot El Camino talking about a family vacation in Miami. Their Florida reunion turns into a 2000-mile getaway when Doc finds out the money used to pay for the trip was stolen from his lowlife uncle, the manager of an illegal Apache casino. But it isn’t until they’re hiding out in the Louisiana bayou that Doc learns the whole truth. It isn’t Doc’s uncle they’re running from. It’s a coal black Dodge Ram driven by a pair of bald, psychopathic teenage collectors looking to complete their gallery of human head hair toupees with the old man’s scalp.