Part Four of the last essay in the book about a terrible car accident I was in a few years ago. This is about how I hit the ground, collapsed really, and there was nowhere to go but up. This last part of the essay is half redemption and half heist movie.

Part Three of the last essay in the book about a terrible car accident I was in a few years ago. This is about how I had a bit of a downslide into self-pity, which almost led to some serious addiction problems.

Part Two of the last essay in the book about a terrible car accident I was in a few years ago. This is about my arch-enemy, someone so critical that I went all the way to Russia to get rid of. Oh, and that arch-enemy is me.

Part One of the last essay in the book about a terrible car accident I was in a few years ago. These four parts cover everything from the Incredible Hulk to travelling to Russia to stealing back my brain. This first part is about the actual accident.

This is a story about my most prominent feature: my nose. Listen to the epic journey of how I went from feeling ashamed of my nose to being proud of it.

Another travel story, this time up and down the hills of San Francisco.

This is a story about the time I travelled through China. An intense first day in Beijing, a long train ride, and a Bad Buddha seared the experiences I had directly on to my brain.

This is another attempt at a fictional story. It’s a mystery about finding a clue and investigating a possible crime. Things don’t end well.

This is a story about stuff - having it, wanting it, wondering what to do with it, and trying to get rid of it.

No, this is not a story about Robert DeNiro. It’s a different kind of road trip - one that happens in real life as well as traversing through memories. Both good ones and bad.

Don’t worry, despite what the title says, I am not a murderer of people. It’s far less serious, but no less drama. This story is all about what it means to need to get somewhere and how far you are willing to push yourself.

I’ve not always been so comfortable with fiction. I don’t know why. There are a few fiction stories in this collection, although some of them might not be so far from the truth. This is a story about a man who takes a job in another city after a tragedy. He befriends a cat who seems to teach him a thing or two.

Here’s a double-header: a combination live performance AND in-studio production. This is about the plight of the single person and the strange assumptions that people make about us. And of course, because it’s me, I only make the situation worse.

Here’s a long story about my experiences at a ten day silent meditation retreat. Honestly, I’m not always a fan of stories like this, but it took me years to unpack what in the hell happened during those ten days. So, naturally, I had to write it all down. From David Bowie to neighbour farts to zombies - this one also has it all, but very quietly.

You might’ve heard some of these stories before, but now they are all together in one omnibus episode. These are a series of very short stories that explore what I believe to be my place in the world - and how I often feel out of place. From swimming pool mishaps to bathroom mixups to getting locked in a bike cage. This episode has it all!

If we’re smart, every relationship has something to teach us - even the failed ones. If you’re me, it might take some time, like almost twenty years. This episode is about how music can be a transportation device and a person who had a huge impact on my life.

This episode is about a very unique and special friendship I had with a nun. After becoming interested in my family’s history, my mother told me to contact The Nun, a distant cousin of my father. So, every few months, I would visit the convent and we would talk about the past, which helped me understand the present.

On this episode, you’ll hear all about the many - MANY - failures of my love life. From online dating to getting into a relationship with a ghost to getting older as a single person, this story is full of all the reasons I’ve looked for love in all the wrong places.

I decided to share some experiences from a ten-year friendship that was important to my evolution as a writer and as a person.

Usually I move through the city invisible, and I like it this way. Sometimes you have to step outside of yourself. Step back. Reassess your situation. And in these times, you might see a better vision of yourself. Of who you could be.