Here’s an excerpt:

I used to love this guy, but now I can scarcely stand the site of Bim.

He’s got to be topping the scales at 320 or more, and he’s given up all pretense of decorum and personal hygiene. Sweat pants two weeks from the laundry. T-shirt speckled with potato chip dust and stained green in the pits, too faded for me to be able to read the jokey, ironic message plastered across his bulging, drooping man-boobs. B.O. Black hair to his shoulders, draping like wet wool, and weeks since he’s shaved. Jowls covered in what looks like pubic hair. Breath to die from.And flip-flops. Always with the flip-flops, even when it’s a frigid twenty below and a half foot of gray snow stuck to the ground like old glue.That’s not the worst of it.

The final sticky, razor-edged straw is my old friend-since-elementary-school’s attitude. Bim Meyers turned out to be a complete dick.

But he’s my partner now, and there’s no way I can get rid of him.

I’ll explain more later. First, we have a missing person to find.

And that’s it! All I have to do is get up at the crack of dawn, turn off all distractions, and start writing. I can’t wait!