
I was born because a man came to kill my father. If he hadn’t showed up with a gun in his pocket and bad thoughts in his head, I wouldn’t exist, much less have a story to tell. This tragic footnote to my conception left me feeling as if I had three parents: a father, a mother, and a murderer.
My father suffered from strange and temporarily paralyzing attacks of catatonia that my family, with characteristic discretion, referred to as » Read more: Prologue (pharmakon Book Excerpt)


