Memories are by nature unreal, untrue, inaccurate. They are only mental constructs that we use to organize our experiences. Some are cherished, some frightening, some lost. But they are the only reality we know.Reminiscent of William Burrows, Andrew takes a non-linear approach to assembling memory bits into a collection of experiences, real and imagined. Memories of rape and killing are described in shocking realism and intensity. Memories of love and childhood are described with tender warmth.Using a variety of forms, including short stories, poems, and a play, we get a portrait of a man lost in time.By the author of "Death of an Apprentice," "Women Who Rocked Boston," "Grindstone Redux," "Let's Go to The Rat" & "The Last Pow-Wow Oak"