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Doug Dirickson is a walking contradiction: a law enforcement officer who hates people, a college graduate who barely made it out of community college, and a hopeless romantic wrapped in Ric Flair t-shirts and sarcasm. Raised in trailer parks, baptized in sarcasm, and armed with the emotional intelligence of a traffic cone — Doug writes what he knows: broken people trying not to break everything around them.
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If you’re looking for truth in fiction — you’re already home.
Doug Dirickson is a product of poor decisions, polyester uniforms, and enough sarcasm to fill a stadium. He’s been called many things — most of them accurate — but if you ask him, he’s just a guy who writes stories so he doesn’t have to talk to real people.
He owns the largest known collection of Ric Flair merchandise, still believes professional wrestling is real, and once studied Spanish just to impress a girl. It didn’t work.
Every chapter in this book hits hard. So we hit back — with 40 illustrations in courtroom sketch style.
Think charcoal. Think rough lines. Think truth that refuses to be cleaned up.
Just like Seven’s story. Just like mine.
