They told him it was just a parasite... Jack Fuller’s life took a swan dive after he cheated on his wife two years ago. His most recent spate of “bad luck” is a list of symptoms that don't seem to fit any particular disease profile. Internet searches and medical hip shots are as close as he can get to an actual diagnosis. Matters grow more complicated when a mysterious blood deposit with no apparent source is found in the middle of his bed. Then there is the intense hunger to contend with, the repeating erotic nightmares and the panic attacks. When the cause of the illness finally manifests, it is wilder than Jack could ever have imagined. The illness has a name. It's name is Jerry.
Andrew Michael Schwarz enjoys his coffee and long walks on cold days; he relocated to Washington state for those two reasons. He has become a latte snob and readily rejects a cup of coffee that is not the exact correct temperature. His favorite music consists of uplifting trance anthems, but he is still a consummate Freddie Mercury fan. He owns two little dogs and is happy that they are little. He reads horror and Classic literature. He loves movies, but rarely watches TV.