Looking for that great summer read? Well, go find it somewhere else. This is the feel bad book of the year. actual 99th page: "No? But they said you were Daily's son, Ray. Ray Daily." "My name is Mope," I said. "I only answer to Mope." And I started to drink my new bitch. God, she tasted fucking good. I wish this human bitch would go away. Can't she see that we're trying to have a private moment here? Just me and my liquid bitch. She was all I needed to get me through the night. "Okay. Cool." She smiled. Girls like her were always smiling. Those white teeth against her red lips and her black skin. Fuck, if only I could see her frown. If only I could see her cry or hurt, some sort of emotion beside false happiness. "My name is Enchantress. Its nice to meet you, Mope. I think you know my mother." Bullshit, Faker. Fucking tourist. If only she had something to offer me beside a trip to a place I've already been maybe I might be with her instead of the beer. And I didn't know her mother. She continues on, anyway. "I was gonna ask if maybe your dad might be able to use me for something. Maybe a black love fantasy type thing? I like to fuck white guys." I looked across the table at her. Young bit of fluff with big fake boobs. Probably from a ghetto somewhere, trying to make it out. Trying to get what she can out of life, anyway she can. I picked my nose and found something nice.