Ever wonder what happened to that kid in your elementary school who made bombs, shot cars with BB guns, and tried to murder his brother; the kid who believed in magic and monsters, literally spit in people’s faces, walked on thin ice all winter, tortured his toys and teachers, and brought out the psychosis in others? You don’t wonder because you know he’s dead. He has to be dead by now. You’re right: That kid dies, and he dies young. Except when he lives. And sometimes, he lives long enough to write a book about it all. You buy that book to see if you can figure out what the hell was wrong with the kid, what kept him going, and how could he live with himself? Why isn’t he dead? It’s all here, folks. That book is this book. You buy it.