Fuccboi

"Got under my skin in the way the best writing can." --Sheila Heti It's late 2017, Trump has been president one year, and this aging, late-20s fuccboi is broke, bitter, and washed. Having already done did and failed at everything he set out in life to do--cross-country walker, SoundCloud rapper, weed grower--he now finds himself back in his college city, scrapping, tryna write, doing stimulant-fueled bike deliveries to eat. In thirsty pursuit of his ex, unable to accept that she has dropped him. And yet, still engaging in all the same fuckery--skrt-ing decisions, being coy and spineless, maintaining a rotation of baes--that led to her leaving in the first place. But how sustainable is this mode. How much fuckery is too much fuckery? Fuccboi finna find out. "Sean Conroe isn't one of the writers there's a hundred of. He writes what's his own, his own way." --Nico Walker, author of Cherry