If This Book Exists, You're in the Wrong Universe (John Dies at the End, #4)

by Jason Pargin

Depression means expending all your energy to avoid having to expend energy.

Fear drove its fist deep into my butthole.

At the level of poverty where we exist—not starving but hopelessly locked out of the middle class—it feels like flying over an active volcano on the back of a winged creature that is friendly but also very drunk.

Considering that, on at least one occasion, God and Satan placed a wager on the outcome of human affairs, calling this a simulation, or even a game, seems entirely appropriate.