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by J. Tyson Dickson (Author)
A humorous coming-of-age memoir about recklessness, friendship, and the slow collapse of the illusion that you're invincible.
"Hilarious and brutally honest."
"Offensive in all the right ways."
"Wild, messy, and surprisingly moving."
"Not your average coming-of-age memoir."
They were legends. For like... seven minutes.
In We Are Stupid. Bleeding. Naked History, J. Tyson Dickson looks back at the reckless, absurd, and occasionally dangerous misadventures of his youth-streaking through Albertson's in nothing but T-shirts, selling fake ecstasy at a Kool Keith concert, hitchhiking across Alaska with a backpack and terrible judgment, and chasing meaning through motion, noise, and adrenaline.
On the surface, it's a fast, funny memoir filled with bad ideas and worse decisions. Underneath, it's about something quieter and harder to name: the slow, awkward work of growing up, the moments when bravado wears off, and the realization that freedom isn't what you thought it was.
Told with sharp humor and unfiltered honesty, this humorous memoir captures the awkwardness and illusion of youth-the belief that consequences are optional, that the road never ends, and that being loud counts as being alive.
With the perspective of adulthood and fatherhood, Dickson revisits those years with clarity, grace, and just enough distance to tell the truth.
Part road trip, part oral history, part mixtape, We Are Stupid. Bleeding. Naked History balances laugh-out-loud chaos with reflective stillness, exploring friendship, masculinity, memory, and the strange grace that shows up after the illusion fades.
Perfect for readers who loved The Tender Bar, The Glass Castle, or any coming-of-age memoir about being young, impulsive, and absolutely convinced you had it all figured out.
A story about music, friendship, disaster-and maybe, quietly, God.
