If you've any interest in witnessing an ostensibly average man, albeit one disillusioned by the every-day, begin a slow descent (ascent, by some regards) towards full-blown degeneracy (something greater), dragging along with him all those souls fortunate enough to cross his path, then read ahead.

I will admit that I, myself, am irked and offput by some of the content here. And yet, just as one may find their gaze helplessly drawn toward an impending train collision, so too am I unable to avert my eyes from the madness and depraved freedom the main character has begun to embody.

The prose is nothing spectacular, but it suits the story. As a bonus, the story does not suffer from the grammatical issues that plague so many others in this space.

I am writing this review as of binging the entirety of book one (13-3), and I am eagerly looking forward to how the rest of the story pans out.

So, fellow readers, so long as the tags aren't to your utmost distaste, I encourage you to join me.

And, to the author, you have my sincerest of thanks for writing this filth so that I have the opportunity to eat it up. Please continue!

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