So, you might have randomly happened upon this stupidity saying to yourself:
Who the fuck is Andrew?
Who in the shit is Jeff Fahey?
And why in the good god damn do I care?
All reasonable questions. Another one might be:
Why in the name of everything holy would I read a blog about some guy who drank way too fucking much, was close to death, (extremely super close) and had to get a liver transplant (and a gall bladder removal and an oil change) at the ripe age of 49?
I would actually humbly suggest you don’t. Put down the device you are reading this on, and go outside and play. With whomever. Just play.
But if you feel the need to stick around for some sick reason to hear about a really in depth starter pack, grotesque surgery and recovery description, have at it.
I hope you enjoy this random whirlwind of a journey, that has nothing to do with anything, and everything to do with nothing.
I’ll start you off with words of wisdom that came out of my surgeons mouth right before I went under…
Oh fuck.
– Andrew’s Surgeon
Chapter One | The Journey to Find Jeff Fahey