Excerpts from Between Pricks by Brian Gross: December 28, 1987 (18 years old) I discovered my mother had stolen another $4,000 from my account. I stormed to her house, ripped up everything that had my name on it and left it on her desk. December 23, 1989 The party did not thrill me. It was more thrilling to rest my chin in a puddle of urine and feel the contraction of my senses as dinner and drinks came to participate in my day again. But were it not for the party, I havenat the money to pay for beer and marijuana. July 15, 1992 The frightening thing about my nightmares is that they donat frighten me until I wake up. While I am dreaming I have no feeling whatever (except fear of getting caught) about slitting peopleas throats (after we orgasm) and throwing them in my closet, where several other bodies are already stacked up.