By Simon Crump
Published Jan 2010
Twilight Time is a wheelie bin full of the dark horrors and strange joys that inhabit the ordinary moments of modern life. Bruce Glasscock, handyman, wanders his muddy yard with cigarette and broom dreaming of sex and shit and blood. His life is a series of failures that have left him drowning in a sea of impotent rage. He can’t have sex, can’t tell jokes, can’t even keep the leaves from falling on the lawn. His greatest joy now is watching his dog piss on the face of a garden gnome.