FAQ – Things People Ask (and Some They Probably Shouldn’t)

Good question. Still figuring that out myself. Short version: author of some books, snack enthusiast, accidental van-lifer, and guy who somehow turned bad decisions into reading material.

Nope. No thirst traps here. Just a bloke duct-taping life together with snacks and sarcasm.

Because I couldn’t put “Hold My Fucks” on a book cover without getting banned. Ducks became my PG-13 spirit animal, and honestly, it stuck.

ep. This. Writing books, burning toast, and pretending to be productive on the internet.

Only in my mum’s Facebook comments.

Nothing exotic. Just my a name. It’s not a new crypto coin or a boxing gym (yet)

I did. Turns out, Instagram doesn’t show you the part where you’re brushing your teeth in a servo bathroom at 2 a.m. Still love the van life vibe, though.

All my books are on Amazon (because printing them myself would involve adulting).

If you’re looking for “Manifest your dream yacht in 30 days” vibes, nope.
If you want “Life’s messy, let’s laugh and eat cheesecake” vibes, yes.

Not unless you track me down in a van somewhere. Working on a signed copy option soon!

Kind of. But not the toxic “rise and grind” type. More like “life’s messy, let’s laugh and eat cheesecake” type.

Humor, self-help-ish, cookbook chaos, and the occasional sci-fi fever dream. Basically, “books for humans who’ve had enough of perfect.”

Sure. But first ask yourself: was it the book, or was it you?

Yes… if you can read, follow instructions, and have access to a stove. And booze.

Yep. Cocktail recipes, snack hacks, and meals that don’t require a Michelin star chef degree.

Because life is too short to Google “easy margarita recipe” every time someone comes over.

A chronic pain condition that’s basically your nervous system throwing a tantrum forever. It’s like your body’s fire alarm stuck on “ON.”

Not really. They’re about surviving life when it sucker-punches you, whether it’s pain, burnout, or an existential crisis that smells like burnt toast.

Believe them. Don’t minimize it. Bring snacks. Snacks help everything.

No. But I’ll drink while you tell me about it.

Yes. Especially the ones that start with “I made your cocktail recipe and…”

A slightly feral duck holding a margarita.

Burn toast, lose Wi-Fi signals, and convince myself that eating cheesecake counts as self-care.

Not anymore. Turns out fuel isn’t free. But the stories? Still coming.

Sure! Just don’t send glitter. Or snakes.

Depends. Do you own a bakery?