R/T/M (28 page)

THANKS:

To KTAD for inspiring the decline and teaching me a lot about love and despair.

To Sable for “letting” me
put cigarettes out on her.

To any woman who decided that we were in an “open relationship” without letting me in on it.

To O as a woman willing to read the work in progress and never being offended by anything I wrote and for being excited when I said I was going to rape and torture and murder her.

To R.A.L. for helping with the conspiracy.
To J.C. for teaching me that the only thing worse than not getting what you want is getting it and losing it.

To my friends for tolerating my unflagging pessimism and criticism of everything and having the integrity to sometimes admit I was right.

To the Marquis De Sade, Leopold Von Sacher Masoch, Charles Baudelaire, Ernest Hemingway, Charles Bukowski, Bret Easton Ellis, Chuck Palahniuk, and Bob Flanagan for their openness, earnestness and courage.

To Frederic Chopin, drowningman, Ministry, Nine Inch Nails, Neurosis, Psyopus, Dethklok, Tom Waits, and Leonard Cohen for making the air sound beautiful and for musically complementing my emotions.

About the author:

     Sean Douglas does not want to get to know you and isn’t interested if you want to get to know him.   He’s not interested in coming to your town and making small talk with you or meeting your unattractive girlfriend.
     Sean Douglas is interested in smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee and not sleeping.

     Sean Douglas does not have any distinguishing scars or marks and where he lives is none of y
our fucking business.