If this book were an album, it would have been a punk/death metal crossover, with sprinkles of No Means No and Mr. Bungle thrown on top of it. I hadn’t read anything this hilarious since The Philosophical Strangler, by Eric Flint. It melted my face and gave me a hard on at the same time. Badass writing, and badass narration. I recommend buying an actual, paper copy, grilling it, then throwing it on your tacos for an extra kick, because this book makes a ghost pepper look like a little bitch.