Okay, so Breaking Dylan is free on Kindle Unlimited, and the paperback has just been released. Am I pissing my pants with excitement? You bet I am. So, if you have KU, pick it up and give it a whirl. Let me know what you think. http://amzn.to/2GbrVHE
Who am I? Dylan . . . and I always stop there.
Let’s face it, no one wants to hear about my jacked-up life. My mom has checked out. My brother is distant and probably suicidal. My dad knocked up some chick younger than my last boyfriend. And me? I’ll let anybody use my body in return for a few kind words.
The court-appointed therapist says I need to find my purpose. What does that even mean? If I can’t find it on the streets of San Diego, then I’ll just try what I can find: Drugs? Definitely. Booze? Totally. Sex? Abso-fucking-lutely.
I don’t know what I want. But this can’t be it.
I thought 16 was supposed to be sweet. I’ve gone from losing my virginity to losing myself. Supposedly, there’s nowhere left to go but up.
Does that mean if I look high enough, I’ll see a new future written in my stars?