This autobiographical series tends to follow a casual, conversational, stream-of-consciousness form of narrative.
In this second book, I explore my deepest, darkest places—the sources of my self-loathing, bitter injustices of my childhood, my chronic fear of death, and coming to terms with my own rape.
My pain and my struggles are nothing new and I believe more of us are actively fighting demons than we realize. We don’t allow most to see the ugliness within for fear of scaring others away.
These stories are intended to resonate with people on the basis that none of us really know what the fuck we’re doing. If anything, this should be treated as the anti-self-help book, a “How Not To” guide to life. The stories in this book are mostly going to be visceral, emotional, and maybe occasionally funny. These stories may contain topics that some might consider “triggering.” Also I say a lot of things that are potentially offensive and I curse a lot. (Like a lot.)
Ultimately, though, this collection of autobiographical short stories are intended to be as cathartic to read as they were to write and if I can make one person besides myself feel less sad or alone or lost or hopeless, then I will have achieved my goal.