A jaded journalist inherits an abandoned manuscript penned by an old acquaintance who has recently passed away. The writing a collection of ruminations on the nature of existence by a fifty-three-year old businessman who, as far as the journalist remembers, was a kind and gentle soul is nothing short of shocking. In it, this apparent everyman whom we know only as Mr. K writes that he has a son, daughter, and wife, but has no love for them. He claims that humans are like cancer cells, destroying Mother Earth with their unrestrained propagation. He looks at our mortal destiny with an unflinching honesty and turns to psychic mediums for clues to the afterlife, wondering what immortality if it were possible would mean for our spiritual well-being. "Me Against the World" takes the reader down the rabbit hole of the raging mind of this man, who only rejects the world in order to save it from itself."