We're the Hooligans

They Don't Call It the Shocker for Nothing

Drowning for Your Thirst

Minor League Rap

Pedaling Fast into the Night

White Devil Sophistry

Rap Game Hugo Schwyzer

So Not Cool

About the Author

Crab Meats for Breakfast

I spent the day my book came out doing yard work.

My old man had the week off from work, and that was the day he designated to stop by my house and help me clean up my yard, which was an absolute mess, so I didn't have any choice in the matter.

There wasn't a whole lot I could do myself, because I don't have any yard tools. My old man had a trunk full of chainsaws, weedwackers, garden shears and what have you. I don't have so much as a rake, and my financial situation isn't such that I can just go pick up a rake from Home Depot. I could, but it might come back to haunt me later in the month. I'd be in the weird position of trying to return a used rake, and having worked in “customer service” for years, I don't want to be that guy.

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