Wow, that was intense.If Guy Ritchie moved to St. Louis, pulled a reverse Madonna and lost the accent, this would be his newest movie. It would have to be produced by an indie company to keep all the violence and not cheesed up like a Wayne's Brothers movie. And the result would be a cult classic that got spread through word of mouth and posts like, "Holy *^&$ you have to watch this movie!" on Facebook.If this book were a cup of chili it'd be SUPER HOT chili. You'd take a bite then instantly start reverse blowing and reaching for a glass of water. If McBride were there I imagine he'd slap your hand and tell you to stop acting like a bish.For a first novel, the writing is fantastic. I like to update on GR when I'm reading and come across a great 2 - 4 sentence combo. With this book I had to stop myself, because they happened almost every other page when the main character was having his beautifully abrasive dialog.Here's a longer one. The main character wakes up after having the cr#p beat out of him:"I think he's awake." [..]"What? Nothing smart to say? No more wise arse?"I opened my eye. Tried to talk, but the words came hard."#*$^ the Beatles."Even through the small part of my eye that worked I could see the British c%cksucker do a double take as the wind was sucked from his lungs unexpectedly.This book is really %ing good. If you can handle copious amounts of violence, you'll love it. If not, you'll quickly puke upon cracking the book.