Steven is broke, invisible, and losing ground every single day. He gets dumped, watches his career collapse, and then gets mugged outside his apartment, all in one night.
He crawls home bleeding. He survives. And somewhere between the emergency room and the streets of San Francisco, he stops being Steven.
Bradley Headcase is born.
This isn't a breakdown. It's a decision.
Bradley trades his apartment, his debt, and his failing life for a few feet of sidewalk in the roughest part of the city and discovers something nobody ever told him:
freedom is real. It just looks nothing like what you were promised.
By night, he walks the streets. Drunken, entitled men are never hard to find. He insults them until they swing first. Then he puts them down.
Soon he's everywhere, a rumor, a warning, a joke. A sandwich. An urban myth whispered in bars and boxing gyms.
Bradley Headcase is a dark, funny, and brutally honest novel about opting out of a system that was never going to let you win.
Set in San Francisco. Written without artifice. Not for the faint of heart.