A barely edited, almost verbatim account of the voices in my head thrown at you from my Northern Fortress of Solitude. It started as a list. A list of 100 things I actively disliked written one afternoon in jest. It became a series of essays on each item in the list. It changed, I changed, it became less angry and more introspective, I became a tad lazy, I watched a lot of TV and ran a lot of miles late at night with wolves nipping at my heels. It ended up as a book.