After publishing it in July 2016 and retracting it in a panic approximately 36 hours later, I have decided to go ahead and permanently release my positively deranged, fittingly titled, sitcom-y autobiography/litany of insults and more, It Could Be Better. At once humiliating, horrific and allegedly hilarious, It Could Be Better was written in a soul-crushingly persistent condition of first-world poverty, dark rage and pervasive desperation, and I'm quite sure it shows. A strange and woeful tale involving gratuitous religious abuse, suicidal debauchery and literal insanity, I had hoped to keep its weighty and reputation-ruining secrets out of the hands of the dangerous brainwashed-slave public at large; but at this still-impoverished point I could give an all-wise owl's hoot how these poople might unfailingly foolishly respond to them.
"synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title.
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