Freedom Twenty-Five

Late 20th-Century Western art has been generally awful, because its goal has been influencing our culture and society, rather than describing and critiquing it. It’s possible to make great art and great propaganda at the same time, but it’s hard.

Consider this common trope of action and superhero movies:

- Bad guy commits unspeakably evil acts

- Good guy thwarts bad guy, and has his gun drawn down on him, is holding his hand as he teeters over the edge of a cliff, or otherwise has the ability to kill him

- Good guy lets the bad guy live, because he ‘doesn’t have it in him’

There are exceptions, but the general rule in popular films is: Good guys don’t kill anyone, ever, unless they absolutely have to. (A common follow-up after the hero Doesn’t Have it In Him is that the bad guy pulls out a hidden gun, and forces the good guy to act in self-defense). In contemporary fiction, the forces of law and order must rely on a strictly self-limited set of tools.

Anyways. I digress. I’ve written more about the moral backwardness of Hollywood here. Today let’s talk about TV. Specifically, Dexter and Breaking Bad. Each is made by the sort-of non-mainstream HBO, and each has a dedicated following of fans. Personally, I’m a card-carrying Dexter fanboy, and while I’m only three episodes into Breaking Bad, I highly recommend it.

The interesting common theme in both of these shows is this: Our current system of laws and morals are broken.

Consider Dexter, a show about a serial killer who reconciles his lust for blood with his desire to be a good person by only murdering bad men. Fortunately, he works in the Miami police department, and so it frequently presented with situations like this:

Police Officer at Dexter’s Station: “Damnit! We know Martinez killed those ten people, but he got off on a technicality!” (Or evidence wasn’t admissible, or he was let off by a jury of retards, or fell through one of the many loopholes through which our legal system lets criminals walk the streets.)

So Dexter pulls up the file of someone he knows to be evil, but whom the police have allowed to go free, and then kills him. This strikes me (and probably most viewers) as a good thing. Dexter is killing bad guys! Hence, he is a good guy. Whether it means to or not, the show highlights how ridiculous it is that America, for all its wealth, power, prisons and police department budgets, is unable to shoot, hang and imprison real criminals.

Although it does seem to have plenty of resources left over to chase after pot smokers, sex tourists, speeders, and anyone who ‘hates’ homosexuals enough to quote Bible verses at them. Meanwhile, I’d rather walk through a slum in Khartoum than Detroit after dark.

Breaking Bad is the story of a soft middle-aged man, Walter, the quintessential beta, as we might say in this corner of the blogosphere, who turns to cooking meth when he learns he has lung cancer, so he’ll have money to leave to his family after he dies.

Now, what’s the interesting part of this story? Is it that our drug laws are all kinds of fucked up?

Well, that’s part of it. The main character’s brother-in-law is a zealously anti-drug DEA agent, and I expect his character to be used to poke fun at the war on drugs. But no, Breaking Bad does not strike me as a show about how harmless recreational drugs are, relative to the resources and moral opprobrium we spend condemning them. If it were, perhaps the writers would have the main character growing pot – if there’s a case to be made for criminalizing any one drug, meth is probably it.

Here’s something interesting about Breaking Bad. Walter a is chemistry teacher. He used to do some heavy research, so presumably he is a reasonably well-paid teacher. He and his wife have one son, and they live in the relatively inexpensive Albuquerque, New Mexico. And yet, we are frequently reminded that the family is struggling financially. Walter works nights at a car wash. They have bare bones health insurance. They’re behind on all their bills, despite living what seems to be a fairly modest life.

Walter is timid, shy, submissive, and lives his life with the singular mission of not stepping on anyone’s toes, ever. But, when he learns that he is about to leave his disabled son and pregnant wife to fend off the world by themselves, he decides to do whatever is necessary to provide for them. Fuck morality. Fuck the law. Fuck a lifetime of being a good, obedient little boy. the survival of Hank’s family has been threatened, and there is nothing he won’t do to protect them.

At one point, Hank is considering whether to kill a rival drug dealer he has locked up in a basement. He makes a pros and cons list. In the cons column, he puts down a litany of bullet points about morality, Christian values, his ability to live with himself, and so on. In the pros column, he has one thing – the survival of his family.

So what’s the point here?

Americans are getting squeezed today. Real Americans that is, not just those on TV. The middle class is suffering, and according my crystal ball, they’ve barely gotten a taste of what’s to come. What if the present trends in the land of the free and the home of the brave continue? How will America’s chemistry teachers, middle managers, lawyers, public servants, small business owners, firemen and soldiers react, when they’re forced to choose between committing evil acts, and letting their families go hungry?

Civilization is fragile. Morality is a luxury that can only be enjoyed in the best of circumstances.Dexter and Breaking Bad constitute good art, because they quietly ask the real questions of our time, while the rest of the media screams at us about transforming robots, celebrity gossip and Super Tuesday.

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I was feeling reflective today, so I spent the evening reading through this blog’s archive. Everyone tells me that time starts to move faster as you get older, but this past year has felt like the longest of my life.

When I started writing Freedom Twenty-Five, about a year and a half ago, I was in a rough spot. Things were going well on the outside, but my energy levels, my curiousity, my zest for life – all in the toilet. I don’t want to throw too big of a pity party because, 1) I was still an overeducated Canadian yuppie, quite possibly the most privileged of species ever to walk the Earth, and 2) I never really ‘lost myself’ (if that makes any sense to you) as some people do in depressive episodes.

So please, put the violins away.

But that said, I was in a major funk. I’d gone through tough spots in my life before, but never anything comparable to this. I’d felt malaise before, but only with an end date.

Let me tell you about what I used to refer to as The Worst Summer Of My Life.

I had just finished my first year of undergrad. I had a shitty job in a shitty company in a shitty suburb of Toronto. I was poorer than dirt and had to commute twenty kilometres on a cheap bike that rode like crap and fell apart every other week. I lived in a three-bedroom townhouse converted into shoebox apartments for myself and about ten other destitutes. I barely got laid, except for with one nasty girl who lived in the same house. The people I worked with were boring and stupid, and my housemates were nice enough but hardly spoke any English.

Sometimes, I would literally break out laughing, thinking to myself how terrible my life was.

Every day, I would wake up at seven AM, bike to work, get home at six PM, go to the public gym, and then… well, I made some damn fine SimCity 2000 creations and got really into Arrested Development. I would typically go five days in a row every week without any real social interaction.

So, like I said, I would laugh at myself. When I realized I dreaded going to sleep, because doing so would just restart the whole routine over again, I would laugh. When a pedal snapped off my bike and I careened into traffic, missing certain death by six inches, I laughed. When I bought a calendar to hang over my desk in June, so I could count the days down, I laughed. When I had to skip a day of eating to make rent, because I was too proud to ask my Dad for money, I laughed.

I hated my job, my living situation, the people around me. I hated my life.

But, it didn’t get to me. I laughed.

I got in great shape, biking 40k/day and hitting the weights five nights a week. I had a blast one night a week, biking into Toronto to meet up with friends who lived there. I have no desire to show you a picture of the girl I was sleeping with, but I’ll admit this – banging her was fun. And there ain’t nothin’ wrong with an evening spent playing SimCity.

I was able to stay happy, no matter how bad it all got, because there was a defined end date. I had that calendar, and when the X’s reached August 26th, I could leave. I would be back in the young adult paradise otherwise known as the 21st-century higher education system.

A year and a half ago, I didn’t have that light at the end of the tunnel. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t working towards a diploma or the set end date of a contract. I was a permanent employee, the idea of doing a PhD in my corrupt, aspergery field filled me with self-loathing, and I had given up on my dream of writing for a living. I was a man without a mission.

I didn’t know what to do, but I realized a few things:

- I still wanted to write

- I’d gained 10-20 pounds of fat in my year as a desk jockey. I wanted to retake control of my health.

- There is something deeply and seriously wrong with our society, on a macro level.

- I didn’t like the path I was on. I needed a new one.

I started writing about these thoughts before I had fully pieced them together. Since then, and with the help of the fellow truth-seekers in the blogroll to your left, I stumbled across some answers. Today, I’m down thirty pounds, I’ve written hundreds of thousands of words for this blog and related projects, I’ve come to a much deeper understanding of what’s wrong with our culture, and while I haven’t found my ultimate path – I’ve gotten off the old one, and I’m trying something new.

It feels good.

In the course of writing my first book, The Freedom Twenty-Five Lifestyle Guide, I had to strike the pose of the Guru. The man who has it all figured out. The teacher.

I didn’t mind doing this, because I was writing about topics that I had figured out. I spent a year teaching myself a crash course in Yuppie Lifestyle Optimization 101, and then I wrote a book to share what I had learned. If you want to learn how to become a better version of yourself, read it.

(Only 3.99! Act Now While Supplies Last!)

But with the launch of the revised Freedom Twenty-Five Lifestyle Guide, I’m announcing my retirement. Not from writing, or from blogging – but from the Guru pose. I’ve taught all that I can teach, for now, so I’m turning in my chalk and attendance sheet. I’m setting my sights on a bigger pond, and that’s going to require getting back in touch with my humility.

So now I ask, World: Teach me what you know! I am your student! I am here, at your mercy! What should I do? Where should I go? What should I write? If I stop picking at it, will it go away?

These questions are all mysteries to me. I’ve taken the meager knowledge that has gotten me this far in life, and vomited it out for you in a cheap and easy-to-read book. It is the absolute cutting edge of the expressible knowledge I’ve accumulated in my short and uneventful life. I offer it to you now. Use it! Take it from me!

But, please don’t expect any books out of me in the near future, with the word “Guide” in their titles. I’m out of guides. I have stories, observations, anecdotes. I have no more guides, for now.

And I feel pretty good about that.

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“The point is, we’re going to show you a dance!”

Although that’s not the moment I’m talking about. You’ll know it when you see it.

Interesting backstory behind the actors/writers/producers of the show as well. Wikipedia.

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Upon re-reading my first book, Freedom Twenty-Five: A 21st Century Man’s Guide To Life, I realized that it could have been much better than it was. Here’s my review, in which I covered what I felt were the major problems. If you already bought the first edition, see here for instructions on how to get a free copy of the second edition, along with some other free swag. Very nice!

The first edition of Freedom Twenty-Five was a comprehensive guide to how you can take control of your life. Specifically, your health, money, women, and attention span. I’ve gotten a ton of positive feedback on the first edition from people who were able to use it to immediately start making their lives better. You can read reviews from a few other bloggers here.

The second edition is better, tighter, and less than one third the original price.

Buy it now on Kindle

Buy it now in PDF

Do you prefer the satisfying weight of a paper book in your hand? Well, sorry my friend but you’re out of luck. Stay tuned for my upcoming VHS video lecture series, or just buy the audiobook on eight-track.

In the 21st century, people who read own Kindles. Are you a reader? Buy a Kindle here, and this can be your first purchase.

Anyways. The Freedom Twenty-Five Lifestyle Guide. It’s awesome. Spend four bucks and use it to become a better man

Buy it now on Kindle

Buy it now in PDF

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(Note: I’ve added this post as a page you can access in bar of links above the header.)

I’ve written before on why starting a blog has been one of the better decisions I’ve made in my life, and why I recommend the idea to most people:

Why (Start a Blog, That Is) – One of my first posts.

Why You Should Start A Blog – Self-Explanatory

I also recommend in the Freedom Twenty-Five Book that you start a blog to chart your progress in whichever goals you’ve set for yourself. This page is a short guide to the technical aspects of starting your own blog. The process is either completely free and ridiculously easy (if you start a WordPress.com blog), or fairly easy and pretty cheap (if you buy your own domain).

Starting A Free Blog

Step #1) Signup for a WordPress Blog

A free WordPress blog will offer more than enough functionality for the vast majority of writers. Click over to the WordPress.com Signup Page and follow the painfully easy steps. It’s 100% free, anonymous, and there is no obligation to ever upgrade or otherwise pay anything.

Step #2) There Is No Step #2

I told you it was easy. Click the link above, and you’ll have a decent-looking blog in exactly five minutes and zero dollars.

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If you want more customization options, you’ll have to upgrade to a self-hosted domain.

Unless you want to sell products, run ads, or otherwise make money off of your blog, the free WordPress platform will probably be more than enough for you. In any case, you can always switch from a free blog to a self-hosted domain later on, so if this is your first attempt to dip your toes into the blogosphere, put your credit card away and just start writing.

If you’ve got some spare time and money though, and want to get serious, self-hosted may be the way to go.

Starting A Self-Hosted Blog

Buying a domain, paying for hosting, and building your own self-hosted blog is a more involved process, and it will cost you a buck or two. That said, if you feel constrained by the free WordPress platform and want to make some larger tweaks to your site – including a few that might earn you some money – it’s easy and inexpensive to build your own site.

Step #1) Buy A Domain And Hosting Plan

#2) Buy a custom theme

Freedom Twenty-Five uses The Thesis Theme. It has a ton of cool customization options, and it’s easy enough to use that someone with very limited technical and graphic design skills (i.e. me) can use it to make decent websites.

(FYI: Both of those are affiliate links, so I earn a commission if you buy hosting or themes after clicking on them, at no extra cost to you. Hey, we all gotta eat!)

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Finding Readers

How does a young, unknown writer find an audience? Obviously this doesn’t apply to anyone blogging to keep track of their goals, or someone who views their blog as a tool for their online business. But for those of you who want to blog because you want to write, it’s an important question.

I’ll have much more to say about writing, finding an audience, monetization, and the future of publishing it in the future. But for now, here’s the Cliff’s Notes version:

1) Find other writers in your niche, and network with them

Build a blogroll, link to other posts you find interesting, email, tweet at and comment on the blogs of writers you think would relate to what you’re writing. But don’t just harass them – add value. Make a list of bloggers you want links from and Hack Their Minds.

2) Write Guest Posts

Many established bloggers love getting good guest post submissions. It’s free publicity for you, and a welcome respite from looming self-imposed posting deadlines for them.

3) Whore Yourself Out

Get yourself on Ferdinand Bardamu‘s Linkage Is Good For You posts, and Delusion Damage‘s Manosphere Updates Blogroll. The links above are to their contact pages, and they’re always happy to pimp out good new bloggers to their audiences.

4) Write Good Content

You should be doing steps 1-3 if you want your audience to grow as quickly as possible. But no matter how well you self-promote, no one will care about anything you write unless it’s worth reading.

In all likelihood, you will have to write a lot of crap before you find your voice. Most writers will never find much of an audience, and many of those who do still won’t be able to write for a living. For these reasons, I strongly discourage anyone from trying to make it as a writer unless they genuinely love to write.

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Whether you want to start a blog to track your workouts, make money, or win a Pulitzer – good luck. Once you’ve written 10+ posts, send me an email (freedomfrost25-at-gmail-dot-com) with a link to your site and I’ll be happy to take a look.

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I wrote a book!

In a lot of ways, it was a damn good one. But as I explained in my review, it wasn’t what it should have been, so I’ve decided to write a 2nd edition which will be tighter, better, and include a bit of extra content. I’m also reducing the price to $3.99, and discontinuing the paperback option.

Great news! Right?

Well, if you’re one of my early readers who already shelled out $11.99 for the first edition – no, it’s not so great. You’ve paid more for an inferior product. Dick move on my part.

Here’s how I’m going to make it right:

If you already bought the first edition of the book, send me an email specifying whether you have the Kindle or Paperback edition. I will ask you to quote a specific line to confirm.

First, everyone who purchased a copy of the first edition will be entitled to a free copy of the second edition.

Not only that, everyone who bought the first edition will also receive a free advance draft of my next book, The 2012 End Of The World Tour.

On top of that, here is my promise to you, the core group of early readers:

I will never charge you, for anything, ever, for the rest of my life.

Every book I write, you will receive a free copy on or before the launch date. Any other information products, membership sites, or 99c Kindle articles – they will all be yours for the taking. Send me an email and I’ll get you on a mailing list that will entitle you to free launch day editions of every word I ever write, for the rest of my life.

Well, not really. I’ve already given away the farm. But if you bought F25 1.0, I still owe you something.

I released the first edition of Freedom Twenty-Five before it was ready, and for that I apologize.

It’s not like the book is a steaming pile of dog shit. I’ve received dozens of emails from people who really liked it, and used it to change their lives, and zero that were negative. Lots of people I respect reviewed the book and found many more positives than negatives.

But as I’ve said – it was incomplete, and the last group of people I want to see suffer for that are the ones who believed in me from the start. Please take this lifetime’s supply of my ramblings as a token of my gratitude.

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As I made clear in my review yesterday, the first edition of the Freedom Twenty-Five Book was not a finished product. There is a lot of value in it, but it must be dug out from amid the rubble of irrelevance, extraneous detail, and self-indulgence.

I’ve edited and re-written the book, and I’m re-releasing it as The Freedom Twenty-Five Lifestyle Guide. It will be more concise, more focused and more relevant to anyone looking for actionable advice and resources on how to immediately start living a better life. It will also be much cheaper – a mere $3.99, yes three dollars and ninety-nine cents.

To those of you who have already shelled out three times that on the first edition: I’m going to make it up to you, and then some. You are the small group of readers who were here from the start, and who took a leap of faith on an inexperienced first-time author, and I’m not going to forget that. Tomorrow’s post will explain the details.

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I finally got around to reading a book that’s been on my pile for quite some time now. In fact, it’s the one book I carried with me during the entirety of the 2012 End Of the World Tour through Thailand, Cambodia and Laos.

 Freedom Twenty-Five: A 21st Century Man’s Guide To Life, is an ambitious book.

I don’t know of any comparable attempts to capture a snapshot of the best advice across the disparate fields of fitness, entrepreneurship, personal finance, game, men’s rights, productivity and information addiction, in a product that young men can use to immediately start improving their lives. The greatest asset of this book is that the author has identified and summarized the wisdom of great men who have developed alternatives to the mainstream advice in each of these fields.

Frost has also done a fine job of distilling what he’s learned from his sources into a core of practical, actionable ideas. The author has received many emails from readers about how his book has improved their lives, and I have it on good authority that such emails make him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

But while Freedom Twenty-Five: A 21st-Century Man’s Guide To Life is a useful resource, reasonably well-written, and occasionally infused with the author’s rakishly charming personality, it is flawed in several ways.

The problems begin at the cover itself.

The titular phrase ‘guide to life’ betrays the high regard in which the author holds himself, and hints at the arrogant, authoritative tone he often strikes throughout the book. As a reader, I was frequently moved to smack Frost, and remind him that he is mortal. This occasionally condescending tone (which, I also have on good authority, is quite prominent in his ‘real-life’ conversations with friends and significant others) is a mild irritant throughout the book.

Related to that, the author frequently commits the fatal literary flaw of narcissistic self-indulgence. Frost would be well-advised to consider that his readers are far more interested in relevant information that they can use to improve their own lives, than they are in an A&E biography of his short and unextraordinary life. Sections with valuable advice must be sifted out from amid paragraphs of biographical exposition. Few will be more interested in the author’s life story than this reviewer, and even I was moved to skim some of the more long-winded parts.

Freedom Twenty-Five: A 21st Century Man’s Guide To Life would also greatly benefit from the stern pen of an editor, as its effective length should be about half of what it is now. Finally, at $14.99, it is priced quite high for the 75-100 pages of quality content that would remain, once the necessary edits are made.

Overall, this was an admirable attempt for a first-time author, and I urge him to take pride in that achievement, while acknowledging the many problems the book has. Indeed, with some scorched-earth editing; the revision of a few sections; the addition of some new material; a substantially diminished price point; and a generous plan to compensate the loyal early readers who shelled out ‘finished-product cash’ for what was, in retrospect, a first draft with a lot of potential…

It could be big.

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Hilarity Ensues is far and away the worst installment in the Tucker Max canon. It is the Phantom Menace of Fratire.

This is a difficult review for me to write. I’ve been following Max and his work for almost a decade now. I really wanted to like his latest. Tucker Max’s earlier books (I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell and Assholes Finish First) were both excellent, and I’ve been following his career since he was nothing more than a guy with a few stories on his website. I might not have even started writing if it weren’t for Max’s influence on my teen-age self (readers can decide for themselves is this is a good or a bad thing).

So I was really hoping to be impressed with Hilarity Ensues. Instead, reading it was like the first Christmas you realized Mom and Dad used the same wrapping paper as Santa Claus: Disillusioning, and disappointing.

The first section in Hilarity Ensues is a collection of stories from a month Max spent in Cancun during law school. Most of them are pretty funny, and would have held their own next to the material in his earlier works. Hilarity Ensues also contains a re-telling of IHTSBIH’s Miss Vermont story, with details that he previously had to omit for legal reasons. Parts of the revised story are absolutely beyond the pale of believability – until you see the pictures. This book had me laughing out loud in a few places, which is more than can be said for most attempts at literary humour.

Beyond that though, the book drags:

- Tucker goes to the bachelor parties and weddings of his friends, most of which are completely pedestrian

- Tucker’s friend ‘Hate’ gets disproportionately angry because Jimmy John’s put mayo on his sandwih

- Tucker goes out with the cast of Deadliest Catch and has a good time, despite getting seasick

Most painful of all, about a tenth of the book consists of text message exchanges between Tucker and random girls. Perhaps there were some gems later on in these sections, but I didn’t make it far before I started mashing my next-page button like it owed me money.

The downfall of Hilarity Ensues is not just the quality of the stories, though. Some of Tucker Max’s best work in earlier books recounts nights and events that really aren’t all that crazy. The infamous Sushi Pants Story, for example, can be fairly summarized as: Tucker buys a breathalyser, gets really drunk, eats sushi, and throws up in a bush. Eminently believable? Yes. but good luck reading it in public without making a scene.

Years ago, someone told me that the most important characteristic of good writing is honesty. An author must do his best to portray himself, his characters, and the world as he sees it, as authentically as possible. Readers may not agree, or even relate – but they will empathize. And that’s what makes for good storytelling.

Hilarity Ensues fails because it’s a dishonest book.

I don’t mean that the stories themselves are fake. Rather, the perspective from which Max writes about them is contrived. He has forced himself to write Hilarity Ensues with enthusiasm that he just doesn’t feel anymore. As he makes clear in this interview with Forbes, Tucker Max is living a very different life than he was a decade ago. More importantly, he sees his early debaucherous escapades in a different light:

“I know some of the stuff I did is, um, beyond the pale or f***-up sometimes, or mean to other people or destructive to myself. But I still did it anyway.”

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“I understood intellectually in my twenties that this had something to do with unresolved parental, emotional issues. But I didn’t process it. I could look at other people and see these kinds of issues playing out in them, but I didn’t apply it to myself, because that’s the hardest thing to do for anybody. I couldn’t do that then.”

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“I was a ridiculous narcissist in my twenties. It’s not even that I didn’t care about other people. It’s way beyond that. I just didn’t even understand that other people even existed or mattered. I do not believe I was a true NPD [narcissistic personality disorder] in the clinical sense. But, dude, I was close.”

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“I ended up hurting a lot of people and not even realizing it. Because of that narcissism, I didn’t connect well to other people. I used a lot of people a lot of times, in ways I didn’t understand.”

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“Listen I’m 35 now, I can look back on my writing and I can say this. This is something I’ve never really said before in public or admitted on the record, and I’ll admit it now: I didn’t realize this when I was writing it, but I think if you read between the lines a little bit, in between all the bravado, you can see a lot of self-loathing.

“I knew it was inevitable that I would have to look into this stuff eventually. In some vague sense, I understood the whole time that a lot of my extreme acting out came from unresolved emotional issues. And I knew deep down at some point I was going to have to face them.

“So many people describe my book as just pure id. What I’m trying to do now is to connect my ego and my superego to my id. I’m trying to understand, why was I doing all this stuff? Why was I acting this way? Through understanding all of that, you start to resolve the underlying problems that you’re acting out, in a healthier, more productive way.

“And I’ve found that, what I now want the most in a woman is—I want a partner. I want someone who is my partner in life. Who supports me, and I support her. I can share all my experiences in life with her, and she can share hers back with me. Not only do we love each other, but we accept, embrace, nurture, and care for each other.”

So Tucker Max has come to realize that his old lifestyle wasn’t quite as awesome as he thought it was while he was living it.

Which is fine. We all grow, adapt, and change throughout life. Hell, I’m only twenty-six and I’m already passing on some big nights out so I can wake up at 06:30, throw a wheatgrass shot in with my protein shake, and hit the pads for an hour before work. Good on Tucker, for making changes to his lifestyle that he felt were necessary.

But in terms of how these changes affected the quality of his writing:

Grown-up Tucker Max can no longer write the character he created based on himself, because he no longer understands him. 

The end product is the inauthentic and uninteresting Hilarity Ensues. Buy it if (like me) you’ve been following Max’s work long enough that you have to. Otherwise, just pick up new copies of I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell and Assholes Finish First, and pretend the series ended there.  

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If you haven’t already, check out the rest of the series:

The Rise And Fall Of Tucker Max: Part 1

The Rise And Fall Of Tucker Max: Part 2

The Rise And Fall Of Tucker Max: Part 3:

And who knows? There may be a part 4 and 5 somewhere down the line as well. Tucker Max’s Blog has just launched, with this as its mission statement:

“From here, this blog will go onto other issues and I will write about a ton of other things, but I’m going to keep coming back to this again and again:

How does someone who has a little bit of talent and a lot of motivation succeed in life?

It’s the question I faced and answered in my life, I think it’s the question that a lot of other people want answered, and I have some perspective on that issue that can help other people.”

Which sounds interesting as fuck to me.

So the unfortunate Hilarity Ensues is headed straight to page 20 of my Kindle library, and there it will linger. IHTSBIH and AFF will retain their status as classics. As for the future – Tucker Max will determine the direction his career takes from here.

I’m hoping for the best.

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