05 July 2019

In honor of my hero GRITT CALHOON, a celebrated veteran of many wars in a time we have not yet experienced, I have discounted his first appearance in literature from $3.00 to $0.74 for the weekend. What a bargain! I make precisely zero money off of this thing so really it’s more like “I just want you to have it . . . dollars be damned!”

Please buy my stupid book!!!

“O say can yew fuckin see,” said Gritt, filled with awe at the sight.

“By the dawn’s early fuckin light,” said Shark as he loaded a modified 300-round Beta C-MAG drum magazine into his G36 assault rifle.

Gritt shoved his hand into his boxer briefs and clutched a pocket-sized copy of the U.S. Constitution. I will fight for these words, he thought. Even if I’m the only fuckin one. Cain’t help it. Still believe in this shit. Might be the only thing I still believe in ‘sides the healing power of snortin nose sugar with a coupla college chicks. . . .

A cacophony of diesel engines roared over the pitch-black emptiness. It reminded Gritt of the legion of mutant wasps he and Shark had slayed on Christmas morning in the mineral caves of Io nearly two decades before. . . .

Yeah baby!!!!