Lose the Halo

Lose the Halo


Lose the Halo.

This book is dedicated to my Dad.

God hates me. I knew it. I have all this shit, I have to deal with. Better than some but not as good as the rest. If I hear one more person tell me I am making this more than it is, I am going to kill someone. Yes, I said it... kill. Everyone takes that so literally. Actually I don’t have the balls to kill someone, I am already hated by the almighty so why make it worse. Some random act of violence will not be seen as beneficial to my rotten soul.










Sick, sick, sick.




Degenerate.



Space Monkey.

Fried Chicken and Gasoline.

Blow.

You can’t be a Pimp and a Prostitute, too.

Lost.

Murder.

Burn.