This is a clichéd story read ten thousand times by the fireplace.
Like some universe, character, or plot point.
Beginning, middle, and end.
Birth, growth, and conclusion.
Arrangement, deconstruction, and reconstruction.
It's all the same.
Except for one thing:
Our brave hero never showed up in the first place. He bailed.
Please keep at least 45 centimeters between yourself and your mobile device or computer screen while reading this book. Protecting your eyesight starts with you. Please avoid reading this book in public. Thank you.
This book will keep up its deadpan, passionless style and nonsensical rambling.
Every reader who supports me is my bread and butter.
That's right, translated into plain English, that means: I'm claiming you as my dad right here and now.
