This book is not a book. It is a spit in the face. It will not conform to “TL;DR” culture. It will not conform to Cancel Culture. This book is not afraid of vampires. This book is in praise of hair metal and gangsta rap. This book is for CTE survivors and strivers, weirdos, demimondes, the outcasts. This is nothing but a diatribe. This book was inspired by Henry Miller’s “Tropic of Cancer,” and is dedicated to him. This book is ugly. It is deliberately imperfect, much like life itself.