It's funnier, darker, more complex, and there's more pictures. The Wasteland just got a whole lot more enjoyable, unless you're living in it. Tragedy strikes as fires threatens the town of Deliverance. All evidence points to the most obvious person to the infamous Handyman. But Paul knows there's there's something else afoot, and it could be that slimy shoe salesman causing all the trouble, or maybe the boy with fire in his eyes. In his quest to pay off his crappy, overpriced boots, Paul becomes ingrained into a growing divide between two neighboring towns, both of whom would love to kill the other; all they need is a reason to start a war.
I'm not funny in real life. Just funny in the head.
Life's often way too serious. The world is falling apart, sugar is making you fat, and your favorite sports team loses time and time again because, in reality, they suck. What a bummer. Why would you want to read or listen to a serious novel that makes you feel worse? I get it because I was writing serious novels at one time, and though I still like them, right now I need a good laugh. So I've taken to enjoying someone else's comical misery through the act of writing dark comedy. This lends you the opportunity to experience the fullness of what goes on in my crazy mind. The creative jar is popped wide open, and ideas are spewing forth for your enjoyment like hundreds of baby spiders rupturing from an egg sack, and taking to the wind as they spread across the unsuspecting land.