the year is 2007. a group of young men find themselves approaching the end of something. there is a soundtrack that accompanies a series of repressed memories. there is an intermission. there is almost zero plot. it will be over a lot sooner than you think. you are in no rush. you are in the opposite of a rush. "rienspects's ode to youth is a lot of things all at once. it is metaphysical and mystical. it is also crass and guttural. it is brilliant and bawdy. fundamentally, it is a great (not good) novel that manages to convey so much without having a discernible plot. it is a fictional artifact, a recording of one unimportant period of time in the life of a nobody. it is a universal story in that way. rienspects captures the fleeting vibrations of life as it is lived."- arbogast, editor of terror house magazine "i was brought to tears on more than one occasion. left with heartwarming full body chills. incredible s*$%"-jesse larkin"light and breezy, like a more focused version of harassment architecture. i hate to say it but the arrogance appears warranted."- zulu alitspa, modem waves "throughout there is a surprising, compelling honesty in the exploration of friendship, well-paced against the twists and turns; combining an emotional effect with excitement. the authorial voice is rhythmic, engaging and realizes the characters artfully. the innate humor and joy of the work relates to the powerful emotions of that age." - ben list, austin macauley "so lame it cuts back to being cool again."-ogden nesmer, i pray to the hungry god