This isn’t a redemption story. It’s not a guide, a plea, or some soft-focus memoir with healing arcs and inspirational takeaways. It’s one man’s slow crawl through a world that sold its brain for likes and buried its soul under hashtags. Hank Fredo’s seen too much, said too little, and now he’s had enough. He’s not here to teach you anything. He’s just writing it down because someone has to. Ugly truths, petty rants, dead careers, and the strange comedy of staying alive while the world rots politely around you. If you’re looking for hope, try aisle seven. This one’s for the misfits who never bought the brochure.
