Let Me Give You The Game

This isn't the book for you.

It won't work for some men. Not if you came to feel good. Not if the truth has to arrive wrapped in something soft.

This book isn't written like that.

If every problem belongs to your ex, your boss, your parents or the world, put it back.

It wasn't written for that man.

No man looking down from somewhere comfortable. This comes from the same place you're standing. The feeling that it's all on you.

Because it is.

And nobody gave you the manual.

Kevin, a divorced father living back at his mother's house, who found out his son drew his mother as his hero. Not him.

Joel, who spent a year watching the woman next door and never said a word. Until she was gone.

Mike, who was once the kind of man women approached without hesitation. Until a long relationship ended and he found out that confidence isn't something you always have. These aren't exceptional men. They are the men you work with. Grew up with. Sometimes see in the mirror.

Every one of them failed. The author included.

That's not the hook. That's just true.

You might find this book in the glove compartment. On a bedside table next to a baby monitor. In the side pocket of a bag.

Nobody reinvented the wheel here. You're not here for that.

Somebody has been paying attention. For years. Watching. Listening. Not judging.

Just noticing.

There are no clean endings in here. Some of these men sorted themselves out. Some didn't. Some were still in the same place years later.

That's not a writing choice. That's how it went.

Betrayal. Confidence. Fatherhood.

The working man keeping everything running while nobody notices he's not alright. The childhood burdens many men still walk with.

Not ideas. Men.

I'll see you inside.