Year of publication: 2009
Hank Moody with Jonathan Grotenstein GOD HATES US ALL To Mom, for taking me to work. 1 DAPHNE LOVED SPEED. Not in the traditional sense: she rarely pushed her weathered Honda Civic past third gear. The race for Daphne lay in the corridors of her mind, long and labyrinthine, and the girl needed her get-up-and-go. Cocaine, when she could afford it ephedrine-powered nasal decongestants when she couldnt. But she was never happier than the couple of times Id seen her receive a shipment of Simpamina, ...