We have no clout whatsoever. We don’t work for a publishing house, we’re not hiding a printing press in a basement, and we aren’t part of whatever mythical body of old white men drinking scotch in a shadowed library determines the literary canon. We’re just people who have worked a lot of bad jobs, and put up with a lot of bullshit, and decided we wanted to hear about how that same phenomenon happened to others. If you’re reading this, it’s because you want to hear about that too. We think you’ll find the mix of essays, short stories, and poems in this collection speak to common experiences and make you feel less alone in your struggle against the grinding machine of entropy.
