I wasn't planning on writing this book. But a spontaneous, batshit-crazy Halloween weekend in Costa Rica changed everything. I came back with a story for the ages - and fortunately for you, I'm spilling it all. Jaco, Costa Rica: Where the zip code reads triple 6 and the word "Vacation" auto-corrects to "Involuntary soul surrender." Jacó's cast of all-star grifters will punch in the keys for your all-inclusive Holiday. • Alley-cat Ticas who could seduce a monk... then pickpocket Jesus while he was still hanging.(I'm talking hookers who'd ride a priest reverse-cowgirl... then hock his chalice for top-shelf tequila shots! It's true, next time you're shopping in town at the flea markets you will notice a shit ton of these items, now you know why! You're welcome.) • Demonic cops who'd arrest their own mother for a bribe... and split the cash with the judge over communion wine at Sunday mass. • The Djinn, a fire-breathing deceiver who cold-calls your darkest desires... then slams you with "Burning Soul Subscription" fees you can't cancel! Me? The unbreakable savage? You thought Tom Brady and Jordan were clutch? You thought Michael Jackson was bad? You thought Tyson was tough? You thought Nikola Tesla was a genius? I smiled at the face of "Fire" I didn't just RSVP to my own damnation party I crashed the gates obnoxiously drunk I turned the flames into my spotlight I claimed the Devil's crown at his own coronation! Most souls check in but never check out like the Hotel California. I checked out with stories that'll crack you up and haunt your hangovers forever like "But what if he's right??" Bend. Don't break. Roar. Don't sleep. Earn the coat- and the GOAT status that comes with it. This story's berated hell no for all libtards, all Karens, and every soy-latte-sipping, pronoun-correcting, virtue-signaling, cancel-culture, LinkedIn-preaching, blue-checkmarked, Twitter-mobbed, HR-complaint-filing, rainbow-flag-waving, hedge-fund-sponsoring, NPR-listening, brunch-going, oat-milk-drinking, gluten-free-pizza-blaming, cry-baby-bitch. All of you. This book's your therapy. You just don't know it yet. And when you do - I'm already rich. Fresh for 2026! Let's get it! --Jonny Nevermind
PS This book was banned by Amazon. They said my cover was obscene. Bro, on their homepage a drone is delivering dildos to virgins. A yoga mat is sold next to a Glock. Their algorithm shows you suicide hotlines after selling you the rope. My cover just tells the truth. They sell lies wrapped in Prime. So nah- I'm the honest one. Fuck your algorithm.
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