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There is no past. My heart was ripped from me in a rush of flashing lights and sticky yellow tape. There is no future. Vision would require hope, and that stealthy whore eludes me at every turn. So I float in the ether, pasty skin crawling with regret, eyes gouged out by my own shaking hands.

Richard Thomas, author, editor, and friend who is legally obligated not to sue me if I run his foot over with my wheelchair, chose the lines above from his book for you, my readers.

This book is going to be good. Buy it here:

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If you have the audacity to not take my word for it, read reviews here:

The Horror Bookshelf, Entropy, Crime Fiction Lover, Matt Pucci, Splatterhouse 5. I have more links if you still aren’t convinced.

If I were you, right after I bought the book, I’d go to the following link and follow Richard’s blog: 

http://whatdoesnotkillme.com/2015/05/26/disintegration/

Hair today, gone tomorrow


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This photo is not actually me. I didn’t put a picture of my own bad haircut for fear of breaking any mirrors that might be within view of your computer screens. You’re welcome.

Have you ever had a time in your life when you realize how lucky you are to have said “I do” and landed that spouse and maybe a kid or two, before your body went to hell, and you got a haircut to match. The odds of a marriage proposal, much less the willingness of someone to procreate with you have gone from 70% to 1 in a million

With a few quick snips, and the words “I can’t do any more damage” from your hairstylist, you realize your life is about to change. Sure, you try to fix it, but with some cuts, time is the only thing that might heal the wound.

Within days, you realize why your husband cheats on you, your kids pretend they’re adopted, and the dog hides when you come home. Even your teenager, who would probably like the above hairstyle, thinks yours is ugly.

If this has happened, or is happening to you, it is not the end of the world. Believe it or not, there is a bright side of a bad haircut. For example:

You don’t have to buy a scary Halloween costume.

Your typical insecurities seem like nothing.

With the money you save by staying home more, you can buy some nice hats online.

Alright, I’m sure I’m not the only one who has had a really bad haircut, and misery loves company, so please share your stories, coping strategies, and maybe a little cyber-alcohol with me.