I had had hopes that this would be compelling if not well written. Unfortunately neither is the case. The Manifesto is an utter waste of time. It is repetitive angst ridden drivel about how this boy hated school.
I’m sorry Timmy, you don’t like school, I guess that explains why you and the other writers of this vapid tome managed to cobble together a pale and poorly carried out rip off of Kerouac.
I say we have a nice old fashion book burning on this one… Shit who am I kidding, these won’t even burn…