These pages hum. Reading Heroin Highway feels like what it feels like to watch Gene Kelly dance. Beyond awe of talent and the varied emotions conjured, there’s this relentless, building buzz that I rarely get reading these days. It’s joy. Glee. A soulful glow. And it radiates from an artist having fun not just doing what he loves to do, or doing what he does better than most, but doing precisely what he was put on this Earth to do—and some-how makes it look effortless in the process.
The characters pop. The story rips. The prose sings. Brandon Jozef tap danced all over these pages.