This book is about Vermont, anxiety, working and marriage.
Lacey lost her mother to cancer. Now, Lacey and her father are just trying to survive the sadness overwhelming their house. Neither one is coping well. When it feels like things can’t get much worse, a dead giraffe appears in their backyard. They call the police to dispose of the carcass. The following day another giraffe appears, also dead. Every day, it’s another rotting giraffe.The police and neighbors all think the father, Richard, is to blame. He is, after all, walking around with his dead wife’s urn, talking to it like she can hear him. Lacey isn’t so sure. She knows her dad might be losing it, but thinks the weird, old lady who’s always warning about the zombie apocalypse could be involved. Together, Lacey and Richard need to figure out how to make this rain of giraffe carcasses stop before the strain of this surreal nightmare shatters whatever hope they have left.
This is the last thing you’ll ever see.
Welcome to Daxton. The neighbor is crazy. The roommate is running a perpetual scam. Being degraded by the boss on a daily basis is part of the job. The children are willingly abducted. The probability of getting shot while purchasing groceries is high. And don’t forget to fill your quota of junk strategically placed in your yard to be viewed from the street.
Why would you want to live anywhere else?
middle age (mid′l-āj) n. 1. Spending one year’s disposable income on vinyl figures, only to realize a complete He-Man collection isn’t going to make your current life any better. Beast Man and Cyclops don’t give a fuck about you or your failing marriage. 2. Resolving to die empty and alone. 3. Death showing up at your office door in need of a vacation. 4. Designing goods for Death that inspire consumer-driven fatalities—faulty steering mechanisms, toxic dishwasher detergent inserts that look like jumbo fruit snacks—anything that will help tip people over the edge before Death has to pursue them. 5. Waking to find your house chock-full of the merchandise you created, merchandise designed to kill. Now everything from pouring your cereal to activating your car’s cigarette lighter has become a death trap. Yet as your world falls apart, no matter how hard you try, you can’t seem to fucking die.
This book is about Upstate New York and marriage.
Death Metal Epic (Book Two: Goat Song Sacrifce)
Black metal juggernaut Desekration stand poised to record their forthcoming masterwork … once David and Svart get a few more dudes to join the band.
Book Two of The Death Metal Epic finds David Fosberg living his rock and roll fantasy. Which means drinking every day and sleeping on Svart’s couch.
His mom’s couch. Svart lives at home.
David has left Miami behind. Left the Bard behind. And joined forces with Svart, a brutish nekrowarrior who only listens to, like, Celtic Frost, Destruction, and Bathory. The early stuff.
As Desekration start to record Infernö, David’s bandmates rail on about the mystic power of something they call “The Goat Song.” And what they’ll sacrifice to play it.
Life isn’t easy for Eddie Grimboli. Marriage isn’t easy. Winter isn’t easy. Being fat isn’t easy. He can see up his dad’s nightgown. There is strange magic up there. If he stares long enough, he will see his future. This book is a celebration of sloppiness, marriage, grief, love, and being naked.
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