Put aside anything else you’re reading. Get ready to ride Bill’s coattails while he spirals out of control, down the rabbit hole of paranoia and delusion to a place where he though he could reverse time itself. Bill MacPhee is one of the most brutally honest writers I’ve read. He simply doesn’t hold anything back. Describing himself marching naked on a highway in the middle of winter while shouting religious slogans (one of the lowest points in his life), is a scene I will not soon forget. If you or anyone else you know suffers from schizophrenia, you need to read this book.