The Deconstructing of Tracy has begun. I found the perfect piece of artwork for the cover in a folder of my own childhood artwork. Yeah, I drew that. The sad part is that if I drew it today it’d look pretty much the same. I am woefully untalented.
The book is a darkly humorous look at my life, including adventures in ghost hunting, demonically possessed friends, dysfunctional family, alcoholism, prostitution, drug dealing and most frightening of all; working in the field of Property Management, a.k.a. The Adventures of Kenny the Cockroach.
Stay tuned, I know the story pretty well so it shouldn’t take me long to drag all the skeletons out of the closet.