The prose book Drullusokkur I wrote in 1986. It was a limited to 25 copies. I was punched in the face the same week as the title means “shitheap”. Or possibly not because I wrote the book. Possibly it was just a drunkard, who said: “Einar” I said: “Yes”, and then he threw a punch which landed nicely, so nicely I flew over a few tables in Duus-hús in Fischersund in Reykjavik. I came around, and the guy was not seen anywhere.
It was 17 pages long. Below are three pages from it. The photo was taken by Jim Smart.