Chapter 1
Albert Ross is the most miserable, pathetic, and terrible thing in the entire universe. He is reviled by many, most of all God.
Chapter 2
Albert Ross enjoyed the breeze blowing through the balcony and across his naked body.
Chapter 3
Sometimes my psychologist appeared as a gaseous fractal from Zuban 8, and other times as a reptilian dodecapus from Fraxil 3.
Chapter 4
Sasha Suresh sat in the café on the 983rd floor of Albert Ross’s building while Becky played with her second helping of breakfast.
Chapter 5
Sasha Suresh watched the television that morning slack-jawed at the little restaurant table on the 983rd floor of Albert Ross’s building.
Chapter 6
Albert Ross never desired power. He wanted to be a hippie without a care in the world, frittering around with reckless abandon.
Chapter 7
By the thirteenth day of Albert Ross’s forced bed rest, the house was on edge. Of course, it was
Chapter 8
A feeling grew from a little seed into a raging inferno the closer he got to completion.
Chapter 9
For one brief moment, she saw her mother and father reunited and in it she found the joy she’d missed her entire life.
Chapter 10
Self-sacrifice was one of the universal binding principles of the entire universe. Neither love, hate, desire, passion, nor even pride was as immortal as that of self-sacrifice.