I compare my first book, Closet Full of Coke, to film noir. Noir films have no heroes, and most everyone is destroyed by the end. Viewers cringe while helplessly watching characters slip towards their inevitable demise, driven by an unending series of bad choices.

According to filmsite.org, “the primary moods of classic film noir were melancholy, alienation, bleakness, disillusionment ... moral corruption, evil, guilt, desperation, and paranoia.” All of these moods are prominent in my first book.

My favorite Film Noir includes The Postman Always Rings Twice, and Out of the Past, where the lives of two couples are bound by the evil deeds they did together. All of them are bad to the core; there's nowhere for them to go but down.

My book contains just such a couple. Life wrote the outline and events, not me, although I was there, making the endless bad choices.

I call it Memoir Noir.

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