Everything that this book promises is delivered. It's a zombie novel about a guy I wound up rooting for even though he's a loser. The humor is lowbrow, the beer flows freely, and the silliness quotient is high (literally, part of the time). In many places, this book is entirely preposterous, and ...
It was not a good thing. Even worse, the leader of the Gutter Punks recognized him in turn. “Well, lick my gnads and call me Choppy. If it isn’t the biggest asshole cop in all of Chicago. My old buddy, Officer Trent. Or as I once called him, Officer Gank, for ganking my dope every chance he got.”...
Rubbing his eyes, he checked his pockets for his car keys, wallet and cell phone. This was a ritual many drunks perform the morning after a wild bender, and one the sketchy purveyor of used cars did often. Check, check, and check. That was a positive. In a bit of a haze, the Sri Lankan native tri...