About the author
Tripp, who sexually identifies as an American twin-engine attack helicopter, was genetically engineered in a laboratory in Florida. He cut himself from the womb with a rotary blade so he could put veteran's day on his birth certificate and forever have the day off work. He then ran away to be raised by badgers at the gates of Tartarus.
After living by the mantra "If it bleeds, we can kill it," and watching the Battle of Fallujah on TV he promptly joined the Marine Corps as a combat cameraman so he could steal the souls of those killed by the Marines he was with. He deployed to Afghanistan with 2/7 and 3/4 in '08, and '09-'10 respectively, then went on a couple of MEUs so he could drink on the ocean and anger sailors by calling their ship a "boat."
Tripp spent his decade in the Corps drinking rum, crushing the hopes and dreams of mortals, and chain smoking. He has multiple awards for books he hasn't even written, once deadlifted a battleship, outwitted a sphinx, knows Vicky's secret (it's that she has a penis), is an award winning photographer, and at all times has been the best guitar player in the barracks. Did I mention he's handsome and has a glorious mustache?
He's a great storyteller, specializing in fairytales and bullsh*t. About the only thing he doesn't have is a TV show based on his books (looking at you NETFLIX.) He hopes that you enjoyed this book, but if you didn't it doesn't matter. He already has your money and is currently spending it on strippers, cigarettes, and alcohol.
After living by the mantra "If it bleeds, we can kill it," and watching the Battle of Fallujah on TV he promptly joined the Marine Corps as a combat cameraman so he could steal the souls of those killed by the Marines he was with. He deployed to Afghanistan with 2/7 and 3/4 in '08, and '09-'10 respectively, then went on a couple of MEUs so he could drink on the ocean and anger sailors by calling their ship a "boat."
Tripp spent his decade in the Corps drinking rum, crushing the hopes and dreams of mortals, and chain smoking. He has multiple awards for books he hasn't even written, once deadlifted a battleship, outwitted a sphinx, knows Vicky's secret (it's that she has a penis), is an award winning photographer, and at all times has been the best guitar player in the barracks. Did I mention he's handsome and has a glorious mustache?
He's a great storyteller, specializing in fairytales and bullsh*t. About the only thing he doesn't have is a TV show based on his books (looking at you NETFLIX.) He hopes that you enjoyed this book, but if you didn't it doesn't matter. He already has your money and is currently spending it on strippers, cigarettes, and alcohol.