By Hank Moody
A wry literary masterpiece, God Hates Us All is a coming-of-age story for the apathetic iteration. Hank Moody's self-loathing but darkly likeable narrator is a faculty drop-out-turned-accidental-drug-dealer enveloped in an international of contradictions. His boss -- a bong-hitting, dreadlocked Pontiff determine -- runs a remarkably equipped and creative unlawful exchange patronized by means of, between others, a sweater-set-wearing higher East Sider, a Wall highway hotshot, and a wannabe rock famous person with a hard-to-resist version female friend. The lonely narrator yearns for greater than the tenuous yet intimate thread he stocks along with his consumers. to flee his mother's determined expectancies, his father's unending disappointments, and his certifiably insane ex-girlfriend, he strikes to the city's mecca of bold slackers -- the Chelsea lodge -- the place the pursuit of lust (and the rock star's female friend) sends him on a sequence of well-intentioned misadventures that lead him correct again the place he begun. instructed in a different and refined voice, God Hates Us All is ironic, positive, and unforgettable.
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I slammed the wheel a few more times, cursing Daphne, Dino, myself, and lastly my parents for being such assholes that I’d had to even take this goddamn trip. Then I unbuckled my seat belt and played a real-life game of Frogger across the highway, hoping to find her. It wasn’t very hard. She’d fallen to her knees about thirty yards from the road. I approached slowly, softly repeating her name, trying to get a read on her emotional temperature. I interpreted her silence as welcoming so I moved in, placing a hand on her shoulder.
He holds out his palms and shrugs. “Working for Danny means doing what he asks you to do when he asks you to do it. ” “My heart bleeds for you. ” “Neither will I if you don’t follow me back up there. Come on. ” I look for any other suspicious signs. Like I’d know. ” I ask per the standard script. ” He smiles nervously. ” My spirit of caution finally gives way to the greedy desire to more than double my daily pay. I follow the kid across the street into an office building. We walk past a front desk, nodding at the security guard, and ride an empty elevator to the twenty-third floor.
We’re all right,” I yelled. ” We didn’t speak the entire drive back to the hotel. As I climbed out of the car, she grabbed the keys and sped away. I returned to the room, where I lay in the bed watching the same highlights on ESPN for almost four hours before she returned. “I wasn’t sure you were coming back,” I said. “Neither was I,” she replied. ” She retrieved the bottle from the bathroom and helped herself to another. “You want to fuck yourself go right ahead,” I said. ” I don’t remember what else was said that night.