They say karma’s just like ripples on a pond. For Edward Fahey, it’s been a smashing game of dodgeball—and some jerk in the locker room keeps slapping him with his own soggy towel. His life’s been like The Odyssey, but with woopie cushions. His strange world has inspired the fictional stories, actual magic, and memories in Thoughts like Buckshot—true tales of terror, bliss, profound revelation, and romance, but with a few fart jokes.
In these pages, Edward searches beyond life and death, finds hope in crippling depression, and makes cheeky comparisons between British and American English. Readers will travel along as he pokes through haunted graveyards, is attacked by his mother’s ghost, and explores what some call, “Dark Nights of the Soul”—times we hurt so badly, “we’re forced to choose what to do with all that pain: turn it against ourselves, aim it at someone else, or tap all that power and reach higher.”
There’s a whole lot of love in here, too—things to pause and ponder and places to just have a good chuckle and move on.
Thoughts like Buckshot is a book about healing, growth, and the unseen forces sometimes quietly pulling the strings of our existence, moving small miracles and strange situations into place. This book is not like any other. It is eloquent, impudent, inspirational, and goofy.
Dive in. Let’s play.