From inner-city streets to drought-busted dairy farms, from wine-soaked afternoons to psychotic all-night backgammon binges. “Spit It Out!” represents J.D. Shaw’s peculiar angle on a peculiar world.
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Mick and I were wacked out and psychotic at 8am lost in the night still going in a haze of shots and grinding teeth and wild stop start conversations wheeling from one fucking thing to another from Canada to god damn carburettors and to the one after another women we’d loved and hated.
