Detroit native Vincent Daniels was following in the footsteps of Steinbeck and Hemingway to pen the next great American novel but got side-tracked with doing shots, eating chili dogs, and having what seemed like perpetual bubble guts, so he decided to write about that stuff instead. In Meaty Balls, his debut collection of humorous essays and stories, Daniels has authored a touching work of epic scale, proving that he is one of the greatest authors of our time and every other time including the Mesozoic Era and whatever time the movie The Fifth Element took place in.
Daniels is a lot like David Sedaris if instead of being old, gay, and living in the European countryside, he drank more, preferred boobs, and lived in the hood. He's like Tucker Max but with more respect for women and less public sex. He's like Mark Twain, if he had a hyperactive digestive tract. Meaty Balls is a collection of smiley-faced cynicism and clever storytelling delivered in Daniels' fresh and engaging style.