The publishing of Different Than Me was completed early. This is the story about how this book came to be.

He had a small crew made up mostly of losers like convicts and meth-addicts, liars and boozers.

Every family has one...or ten...

By thirty eight I'd lowered my standards significantly.

"Rylee, did you wipe?" I asked.

Everyone says you have to put an end to toxic relationships...

Nothing builds your confidence like a therapist falling asleep during your session.

Many can recite it. Everyone loved it. And it ruined my life.

I was oblivious to the fact that Rylee was watching me until she pulled my arm and loudly asked, "Could he be my Daddy?"

"You know how there's always one kid who raises their hand and reminds the teacher that he forgot to give out a homework assignment?"

I took the Lord's name in vain 5,000 times. Which I know sounds like a lot. Father? Can I call you Jason?

"Rylee", I asked slowly. "What do you mean you found a brick?"

My life now consisted of alternating states of shivering, crying, excruciating headaches, anger and hunger. It was day three.

I was half expecting the guy in front of me to turn around and say "Ok, now scoot to the end of the table. Just relax."

If I was invited to go out for Happy Hour, I was convinced it was only because people were in need of a designated driver.