Stephen Graham Jones is a man who is constantly writing. He has no choice. He glides through the murky depths of the literary ocean like a shark, because if he stops moving, he’ll die. In fact, by the time you finish reading this he will probably have completed another novel, guzzling his favorite vanilla-infused cola, scarfing whatever the hell Sixlets are.
That’s right, Sixlets. And you know what comes up when you Google image search Sixlets? THIS. I took the liberty of narrowing the search, but if you search Sixlets and scroll down six or seven pages… BAM! Teenage girls taking inappropriate party pics. Looking at them just might be illegal.