By a self-made millionaire, unapologetic artist, and global misfit Buckle up for a wild ride through the unfiltered mind of a man who made millions slapping stickers on society’s expectations and then threw it all to the wind. From sexcapades in Colombia to lockdown life in Vietnam, from chopper rides through Long Beach to whorehouses in Eastern Europe, this brutally honest memoir is raw, hilarious, offensive, and deeply human. He's been rich and reckless, poor and poetic. He’s dodged rip tides, dreamt of Candace Owens with devil tails, and cursed at the ghost of Trump in a psychedelic nightmare. He’s slept with models, fought acid reflux, and tried to win back a son lost to time and distance. There are no filters here. No apologies. Just the chaotic, horny, and hilarious truth. This is not for the easily offended. This is not for the faint-hearted. This is My Socially Hazardous Life Vol. 2. Drenched in sarcasm. Fueled by travel. Driven by rebellion. If Hunter S. Thompson and Bukowski had a baby raised by a pissed-off surfer from Long Beach, this would be his book. Are you ready for the ride?