The Coolest Way to Kill Yourself

Okay So No One Actually Kills Themselves In This Book. The Coolest Way To Kill Yourself Pulls You Into The Early 90’S New York City Rave Scene In All Its Chaotic Psychedelic Glory. The Narrator Grabs You By Your Wrist And Drags You Behind Two Teenage Lovers From New Jersey As They Tumble Through A Whirlwind Of Reckless Hedonism That Eventually Spirals Into A Dark Devastating World Of Drug Addiction And Heartbreak. As A Teenager Lynn Cried “No One Is Ever Going To Write Something For Me.” Nearly Two Decades Later In The Aftermath Of Hurricane Sandy Nicholas Did Just That. The Gesture Came Too Late For Our Unlikely Heroine But His Heart Was In The Right Place. A Broken Heart… But A True Love. Reunited After Years Apart Lynn And Nicholas Embraced Their Love And Sexuality And Embraced Each Other Despite Troubled Pasts Despite Illness Despite All Of Their Imperfections And Mistakes. They Shared The Kind Of Honest And Shameless Connection That Few Have Had The Honor Of Knowing And Most Would Never Understand. “We’Re Not Hurting Anyone. We’Re Just Living Life Without Caring What Anyone Thinks About Us Without Caring About The Consequences.” “It’S The Coolest Way To Kill Ourselves” Lynn Said. So Turn The Page And Pull The Trigger. What Some People Are Saying… “I Used To Think That I Was A Fairly Liberal And Open-Minded Person. But This World Is Truly A World Outside My Comprehension And Comfort Zone.” – My Sister-In-Law You Will Never Publish This Book.” – My Ex-Wife “Are You Crazy? I Can’T Believe You Are Publishing This.” – Most Of My Friends “I Love The Fact That You Are Publishing This.” – Most Of My Cool Friends “You Have Disgraced Me.” – My Mother “Why Is Your Mother So Angry About Your Book? Make Sure You Shovel The Snow From The Driveway.” – My Father