This book is fucked up. I only made it about halfway through and I stopped reading, and here’s why. First of all, this guy bitches for more of the book (that I read anyway) about clothes and what belt goes with what and all that – very OCD, very crazy. And he hangs out with his douchey friends and he idolizes Donald Trump because it’s set in the 1980s. So then, the author starts describing the gross and very detailed sex that he has with random people. Yuck. Watching a sex scene in a movie is one thing, reading one in a book is another and it’s disgusting and makes me want to vomit. I don’t know how people read romances novels and don’t barf all over the place. I like the word barf. Anyway, so once you get past the gross sex scenes (using the word dilated in a sex scene is not sexy it’s gross), then he starts killing people. Which I would think would be cool and fun to read because serial killers are awesome, but unfortunately, the first killing scene is him killing a bum. No biggie, b...