In the summer of 2008 I enlisted in the US Coast Guard and moved from Southern California to Cape Cod, Massachusetts. You ever been there? I recommend you bring a jacket. It's nice in the summer. In the winter, it it's a harsh winter, you may spend a lot of time snowed in playing one-on-one Beer Pong with your roommate, or messaging girls on PlentyOfFish. So when I went home, two years later, for New Years, to party in the desert with all my old friends, I think it's safe to say that I might've overdid it. It took two years to get this book out: One year was spent writing it. The next year was spent apologizing. You ever come back to a familiar place, and everything is the exact same... but also so different you don't even recognize it? Set under the bare sun and long, open roads of Southern California’s Inland Empire, We Don’t Belong Here is a 72-hour memoir, soaked with reminiscence, mayhem, sobriety and the frayed and melted truths of excessive behavior.