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proto-thoughts, fleeting obsessions and insomnia cures from an occasionally unreliable narrator.
He’s under investigation for embezzling and securities fraud, and the feds are closing in. Instead of spending the next three to five years behind bars, he’s got a different plan: stage his own death, take the money he stole and light out for Central America, leaving behind wife Nicole and daughter Clara. But when he sticks around town long enough to watch his own funeral, he makes the unpleasant discovery that the life he’s leaving behind isn’t the life he thought he had.
When he overhears the way his former colleagues talk about him now that he’s “gone,” Alton is forced to reconsider his self-image as a respected and admired pillar of the legal community. Then the shock of seeing Nicole in the arms of another man leads Alton to postpone his plan to run for the border. What comes next is a slow-burn train wreck, a tale of self-deception, revenge and bad decisions.
“A breakneck dissection of truth, lies, and all the troubles in between.” – Stephanie Hayes, author of OBITCHUARY
“Spencer Fleury busts out of the gate in a frenzy with a dark, comic debut that will have you ripping through pages much like he wrote them: in a maniac’s glee. You won’t be able to put it down until the final, satisfying conclusion.” – Eryk Pruitt, author of DIRTBAGS and WHAT WE RECKON
“Contains about a thousand more ‘fuck‘s than I would have included.” – Bob Fleury, co-creator of Spencer Fleury
So here’s one cool thing (though not the only one, of course, since I also got married a few months back) that’s happened to me during the pandemic: Woodhall Press will be re-publishing How I’m Spending My Afterlife in just a few short months. Hooray! Pub date is currently set for September 7th, which I … Continue reading HISMA to be reissued by Woodhall Press in September
I’m getting old. I have a bad back. My knees grind whenever I take the stairs. My hair has receded clear off my scalp entirely. I’m starting to really feel the slow physical degradation that goes along with the aging process, every day of my life. I tell myself that age is a construct, that … Continue reading My live music superlatives so far