"Bag of Disease-Book II," completes the writings originally introduced in the collection "Bag of Disease" (published in early 2007). Some may view "Book II" as a diary or journal, however it is simply one man's unapologetic views of himself and society, and introduces the author's philosophical opinions on the political, societal, and intrinsically hypocritical nature of man.

In a world of over processed sound bytes and manipulated "originality"-where everything and anything has been altered to a state of supposed "perfection"-this book represents all that those things are not. It consists of writings that were never revisited or polished for public consumption by the author or by an editor.

Few of us are capable of objectively looking at ourselves, or others. But, if you have ever wanted to know what the guy sitting on the train next to you, the person standing in line behind you, or the man who looked strangely at you as you walked down the street was thinking . you now have that opportunity.

Millennia ago, gods decreed that every entity must take on a physical form. Among those entities were the sins: Pride, Lust, Greed, Gluttony, Envy, Sloth and Wrath. This tale focuses on the life style and goings on of by far the most dangerous sin Wrath. In his human form he appears to be a young man in his late teens; but locked away behind those piercing blue eyes is centuries of knowledge which he is more than willing to use to his advantage. However, all is not what it seems, for the calm exterior exuded by the sin hides a turbulent past that has a habit of repeating itself all too often; and it's about to boil over again.

This is a collection of writings that cover a lifetime through the author's eyes. Regarded as ramblings by the author, his intention was not to see the writings published. Instead, they were a necessary release from the never-ending assault of beliefs that were accumulating inside his head.

From the confused vision of a teenager to the increasing self-aware and paranoid thoughts of an adult, the writings reflect the way through which the author sees the world when his vision is through the eyes of a distorted and damaged mind.

Perhaps the most telling indication of this skewed view of self and world is that the author has no horror stories to tell. The cliched claims of dysfunctional family or abuse are never used. Instead, in his mind, the writings tell the story of an insane world witnessed by a very sane person.

As the writings were never intended for public consumption, the author scribbled them down on scraps of paper, napkins, in notebooks -- on virtually anything he could find. He carried these passages around for over 20 years in a black leather bag. He called this bag his "Bag of Disease."