So, you found this corner of the internet. Good. If you’re looking for feel-good stories, positive affirmations, or seven easy steps to a happier life, you can get the fuck out right now. This ain’t it.
This place is a collection of stories from the front lines of a fucked-up life. It’s a case file on the slow, grinding death of a marriage and the brutal, bloody math of the divorce that followed. It’s about the ugly truth of family, the poison that gets passed down like a cursed heirloom, and what it’s like to be a father who loves his kids with the same goddamn intensity that he hates them for the cage they put him in.
What will you “learn” here? You won’t learn how to be a better person. You’ll learn what it feels like to lose everything and have the balls to call it a victory. You’ll get the unvarnished, unapologetic truth about being a man in a world that’s trying to gut you. You’ll get a roadmap of one bastard’s journey from a Mormon Bishopric to a Tijuana gutter; from a pristine suburban prison to a lonely hilltop in Sedona where he finally screamed at his own ghosts.
This isn’t self-help. This is an autopsy. It’s raw, it’s ugly, and it’s true. If that sounds like something you can stomach, pull up a chair. Pour a stiff one. You’re in for a hell of a ride.
