Crimes Seen: An Abysmal Sojourn of Spiritual Ineptitude

As the quest for fame, fortune, and common sense continues, Mahdakis finds himself in a spiraling psychosis of sexual deviancy and cunning deception; a world in which the price for daily survival is the purity of his own heart. Considering this a fair trade, Mahdakis jumps in with both feet and immediately finds himself living on the streets with fellow B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S., Floyd and Carl; going day to day without the security of knowing where they will sleep, if they will ever wake up again, and if so, where their next beer is going to come from. But there is little time to dwell on such matters, as his bands popularity explodes for a brief moment in time and gives them all a taste of what the good life could have in store for them - if they're willing to play ball. For the manner in which the band has become well known is questionable; yet still, with nothing but determination for stardom, Mahdakis finds himself catapulted even further into an ethically questionable lifestyle that he continues to embrace with open arms.....That is, until he unintentionally partakes in a gruesome act of violence that leaves him scarred for life; a wake-up call, forcing him to rethink the direction in which he has been steering himself. Now, regardless of his self-righteous pride, he knows he must seek immediate sanctuary from this chaotic existence if he wishes to keep what little is left of his soul. Ironically, the one and only person who possesses the power and willingness to liberate him from such damnation, is the one person he fears most.

About the Author :
Let me preface by saying I'm not a so much a writer as I am a guy who writes. Before I wrote The B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. Chronicles novels, I wrote music. Before I wrote music, I wrote some poetry. And before I wrote poetry, I would graffiti the bathroom walls in junior high school. Each stage of my writings merely being the most convenient platform of attention at the time; meaning also, that when I was touring in rock and roll bands up and down the east coast, I wasn't so much a musician as I was a guy who played music, using that platform as a means to make myself heard and furthermore, understood as a human being. The B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. Chronicles are putrid little stories depicting delightfully grotesque chain reactions of teenage and young adult misadventures, spawned by ridiculously absurd notions of self-worth and aspirations of future greatness. While the stories themselves are overall products of my demented imagination, they do tend to run a close parallel to actual events, or at least general behavior that was........or could have been. I do hope that this spattering of words gives you a few laughs, a cry, an arousal, or amuses you in some way, shape or form; but most importantly reminds you, that you are not alone with your little idiosyncrasies and odd personality traits because The B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. really do exist...... .."..and we're out here.................doin' stuff."