I first started writing this book after almost going to jail. Also, I'd recently returned from my first of three trips to Colorado. When I was out West, I'd also gone down South. Then when I came back to the East Coast, I figured that I would keep on taking notes. This book turned into the first of a trilogy that I'd go on to write about reckless travels, brash decisions, good friends, shitty jobs, and a crashing economy. At least it was the aftermath of everything that went wrong in the life of a writer who was merely trying to get his head out of his own ass. I wrote the first part on a laptop in between two jobs. The second part I wrote during my breaks in a notebook in my car. Then I quit my job! And said, "To hell with it!" All right!