This book exists because of the guts and genius of Sarah Knight; the rock-and-roll soul of Hannah Brown Gordon; the help-you-hide-a-body guidance of Brad Mendelsohn; the Shaolin white eyebrow–style kung fu leadership of Marysue Rucci and Jonathan Karp; the earth-shattering love and support of Amanda D. M. Kuhn, Skoogy D, K Bear, Jo Mama Kuhn (best mum ever), Ky, Mary B, Big Bri (Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam), Cherry, G. Vance, Suzie, Brad, Silver, and Nixon and Kennedy (canines representing political duality); the Boy Named Sue love and fearless support of my late father, Kenneth Kuhn (the tough got going, Pop); the heartbreaking love and redemption of my beautiful late sisters, Tina and Kara Kuhn (thank you both for making me the twisted maniac I am today); the professional support, dedication, and karaoke skills of Ed Wood, Stéphanie Abou, Kirsten Neuhaus, Rachel Hecht, Molly Lindley, Roberto de Vicq de Cumptich, Elina Vaysbeyn, Kate Gales, and Brad Pearson; and the ink, wood, metal, and muscle of Simon & Schuster in the United States, Sphere/Little, Brown in the UK, Dumont in Germany, Sonatine in France, Pantagruel in Norway, and Alnari in Serbia. A true disciple of life has many deities. These are mine.