A funny thing happened on the way to putting the Peter McCarthy novels away for good. A few months after releasing The Messes I Made While You Were Waiting for Godot, I realized I wasn't done. There were things I wanted to say and stories left to tell.
What I'd left out included the lowest moment in Western Civilization and the dispiriting truth about having a calling. I'd also left out some stories concerned with learning what relationships oriented around love, sex and friendship are about beneath the surface, how they intersect and define each other. That is, about more adventurous mistakes and the learning that comes with them.