Paul Jones Jan 02, 2008

did not like it Recommended for: nobody/peope with no toilet paper 's review

I found this book in the dollar bin at Barnes & Noble while attending Art College, and I read it quite frequently while enjoying my Arby’s at the food court. Almost everything at Arby’s is delicious except for that Market Fresh chicken salad sandwich that has grapes in it.

The author Jason Moss wrote this book when he was around twenty, and he writes a lot about how he works out, and how his parents don’t understand anything. It’s sort of like Catcher in the Rye by a real live douche bag who watched Silence of the Lambs, and decided to become a serial killer profiler.



Highlights? Well, Jason Moss studies serial killers, he writes them, and acts like their perfect victim in order to make them super crazy again. Moss writes John Wayne Gacy and tells him that he and his brother frequently make out in thier garage. In turn, Gacy writes Moss and tells him that he stands on his head in his prison cell and masturbates all over his own face. Nice, but it’s not a good book to read while eating Arby’s.



Jason Moss died in 2006 after shooting himself in the head on the toilet.