On Percs Pre-Sale Happening Now
Added 2022-09-27 17:03:56 +0000 UTCIn 2012, I ruptured two discs in my back while performing borderline slave labor at a shady warehouse in Delco, PA that was run by a low IQ demon named Sal. Upon confirming the severity of my injury, I was prescribed 120 Percocet per month and I embarked upon a two and a half year descent into the darkest depths of prescription painkiller addiction.
Sure, I was evicted, had my beloved Chrysler 300, The Perc Mobile, repo’d and blew through every dollar I had, but the worst part was far more macabre than anyone could imagine: Every thought I had during the Perc Era was immortalized in a collection of Facebook posts.
The hundreds upon hundreds of Perc posts are so embarrassing that I am left with no choice but to put them all in a book and offer a post by post analysis of every humiliating thought.
Unfortunately, you’re about to find out how I almost ended up on a watch list trying to meet Olympic legend Michael Phelps, why I cried my eyes out in front of David Letterman as I sat next to disgraced politician Anthony Weiner and how I was injured so badly at Disney World that I had to pull a bocce ball-sized turd out of my own asshole just to have a chance at saving a family vacation.
My hope is that this book can either save someone from going down the same destructive path with prescription painkillers that I did or that my Perc Era can at least make you laugh. I have a goal of selling 5,000 copies of this book, so if you can help me reach that goal, it would mean a lot to me. You can do so by going to OnPercs.com. I love you guys and thanks for everything.
~ Mike
