'I've seen him get and we've seen a lot of golfers get angry when they're not on, but McIlroy's on right now. Visit his website today, and buy all the stuff.Įnter the Rafflecopter giveaway for a chance to win a $50 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC.Rory McIlroy's putting coach Brad Faxon believes his win in at the Canadian Open was the biggest of his career. He lives in Djibouti with his family and crippling self-doubt. “I know we just met yesterday, but I think it’s time we moved in together.”Ībout the Author:David Beem enjoys superhero movies, taekwondo, and flossing. “I’m glad you asked that, Edger,” she says, like her sitting at my desk and wearing my boxers and jersey is the most normal freaking thing in the history of normal freaking things. Not to be rude or anything, but…why are you in my room?” Probably an entire chapter of critical somethings torn from the story of my life while I was sleeping. I yank my sheets up to my neck and count to ten. I bite the side of my tongue, and my gaze snaps to eye level just in time she sets down the picture and faces me. Her blonde hair is gleaming in the morning sunlight. “I got to thinking,” she says, standing and sashaying over to my desk, where she picks up the picture of me and Dad. “What’re you-how’re you-what’re you-are you wearing my clothes?” And the rest of her is in my Notre Dame jersey. The blankets are trapped beneath her beautiful butt, which happens to be wearing my favorite boxers. They won’t come, because Mary-beautiful Mary Thomas-is sitting on the edge of my bed. I snatch the blankets and try to yank them up to my neck. Something like a popped clutch hitches in my chest. A bar of honey-golden sunlight is bisecting a bare and definitely female leg in my bed. It means uncorking that next bottle of wine isn’t only a good idea-it’s advisable. Join our dork of destiny as he channels the collective unconscious-his psychic superpower-in a harrowing tale of high drama, romance, betrayal, revenge, jesus chickens, cocaine, weirdos, magicians, ninjas, nfl spies, and disco ball water torture administered to the tune of rapture, by blondie. The kind tapped by destiny (that saucy minx) to become the world’s first superhero!Ī nano-sized artificial intelligence is on the loose! It got itself dart-gunned into a cow butt by a frog man in a porn store! Two stoners are corrupting it on twitter! And that’s just the first three pages!! The kind who fixes computers and lives in his gran’s basement. It’s been said every story must start somewhere.

Edger Lives by David Beem