I'm sorry to say that the supremely talented, but lamentably potty-mouthed author James Miller has written a story full of depraved rudery and freaky language. I'm sorrier yet to have to tell you that we've been duty bound to publish it as a Galley Beggar Single. This story is too wonderful to miss and deserves to be out there. We couldn't say no. It's such a good satire of the Brookyn alt-lit scene, of dumb male students and of everything else that we had to take it. The world needs this filthsome, sweary thing. In fact, I think you need to read it. Unless you're easily offended, of course. Or even moderately easily offended. You can probably gauge if you're going to like it by looking at the cover.