What gods are left in the modern world? Some would tell you they've abandoned us when their shrines were ravaged, trees toppled, and their cults disbanded. Their cries-trapped beneath the concrete and plastic cities-fall deaf upon the ears of human cattle, of your average city-dweller.But the Goon can hear them. Upon the howling winds that assail the high desert and through the redrock hoodoos, he listens their ageless wisdoms. He has, against his better judgment, decided to share bits of these truths in this tome during this volatile epoch. Scrawled it in the blood of both coyote and gila monster, the spirit of the forgotten ancestors have been transcribed and made eternal.Written with barbaric authenticity, Clawson delivers this message of Goonhood with his oath: it is his life. The descendant of pioneers and mountain men, he lays out his experiences with the delivery of a tomahawk-the sharp edge of wit and introspection thrown into 'the big problem' of the 21st century man. He does not preach abstract ideas to strike against his previous masters but experience. Nothing of his work comes from a classroom full of airheaded 'philosophers' and beaked nose nerds. Delve into the pages of this if you dare...your soft flesh may be ripped free and your bones left to bleach in the sunlight otherwise! A Goon makes no apology!