A detective. A case with no victim. A file with no name on it.
You Probably Think This Book Is About You is a collection of noir-style vignettes about ego, identity, and the universal human condition - told through one man's daily drive and the ordinary people he passes along the way.
The garbage man who doesn't look up. The old man who stands too close at the gas station. The teenagers with borrowed certainty. The driver who may or may not have waved. The small child at 10:16 PM who drops the hammer.
This is not a self-help book. This is not a memoir. This is what happens when you watch the world long enough to realize the whole world is watching back.
Dark but light. Cynical but comical. Twenty-two scenes, one missing chapter, and an ending you'll only find if you keep reading.
"The film keeps rolling either way."
