Son of the Slob

by Aron Beauregard

Sometimes, after a horrible event occurs in a place, a weight continues to hang inside it. The darkness attaches itself like a parasite, and the event and location aren’t just synonymous anymore, they’re one.

Despite his rapidly pumping heart, sweat-soaked skin, and a constant sense that vomit might erupt from him at any moment, the vibes were good.

Another 5 star for Aron! Totally tugged on my heart strings finishing the second book of the slob series, but gosh he tied it all together so well. Hoping for a part 3 of the slob soon??? (A girl can dream right)

If the walls could talk, they probably wouldn’t. They’d probably just scream.