Step 16: Panic, Plunge Into Crippling Despair and Self-Destruction

What's wrong with me? What the fuck am I doing? This whole thing is a fucking joke, except it's on me. I'm like a child, but stupider. Fuck.

It would be easy to blame my wife for coming up with this idea and then encouraging/subliminally pressuring me to actually write the damn thing. So I will.

If it was possible to puke on a blog, then burn it to the ground, that's what I would do.

If you can think of a way to make this crapheap worth anyone's time, comment away. But don't say porn, for god's sake. It's childish, and what am I gonna do, publish videos in this farcical book? Porn flipbooks? What is this, 1815? Or maybe some "erotic literature"? Please. Get real.