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It's not what you think. Unless you think everything is wrong. Imagine if Kurt Vonnegut and Hunter Thompson collaborated on a new version of The Bible, and you kinda get the gist. The Autobiography of Jesus X is not for the faint of heart Here is the prophet: a cynical, dreadlocked pothead crackpot who's done all sorts of despicable things. For which He wonders if forgiveness is possible. Because now he is a only a ghost of the God he once was - now retired. After this one incarnation as a human being on Earth, he quit. As God, he had become indifferent. But as a tall black Jew with blue...

It's not what you think. Unless you think everything is wrong. Imagine if Kurt Vonnegut and Hunter Thompson collaborated on a new version of The Bible, and you kinda get the gist. The Autobiography of Jesus X is not for the faint of heart Here is the prophet: a cynical, dreadlocked pothead crackpot who's done all sorts of despicable things. For which He wonders if forgiveness is possible. Because now he is a only a ghost of the God he once was - now retired. After this one incarnation as a human being on Earth, he quit. As God, he had become indifferent. But as a tall black Jew with blue...

What would you do if you seemed to be immortal? How would you spend all that time? And would you ever write a memoir? The narrator of Life Is A Temp Position says he's tried seven times before. He says he's almost a thousand years old, and still doesn't know how or why he's immortal. And it doesn't matter. He's one of the richest people in the world. The true top 1%. Or so he thinks. Eric has seen things that most people don't know were ever even there. He used to be the Black Knight, of Arthurian Legend. In the mid-1600s he helped kill the last two Thunderbirds - or dragons - in North...

Four teenage mass-murderers are having the time of their lives, and no one seems to be stopping them. Whether lucky or holy, they don't know or even care. They feel like punk godlings, on a homicidal road trip up and around the Northeast Corridor in the mid-1990s. It's suicide. The narrator, Stephen, chronicles their ""wicked sojourn"" as if his life depended on it. And it just might. He exorcises his thoughts and demons onto the page with reckless abandon, carrying a torch for his compatriots in their quest for more and more murder. They drive, then party, critique, and kill. They've already...