Part romantic speedmetal opera, part autobiographical asphyxiation caper, part David Sedaris and Raymond Carver&rsquo,s pajama sleepover, Red Hot Dogs, White Gravy is where toothbrushes, robots, and tiny horses bear witness to divorce, plastic surgery, and a live studio audience in the ways that only Ben Slotky can deliver. These are stories not so much told as de-boned, deep fried, and spun in your favorite hot sauce. Stories not so much read as guzzled from a firehose. Stories not so much true as pretty much all true._,