Through some strange string of events, I've found myself in the unique position of gaining sexual stimulation primarily from car accidents. Throughout my time in college, and then after as a young man, I was either a direct or indirect cause of dozens, possibly hundreds of car accidents in and around the area of suburban Pennsylvania where I lived.

  Every event that I mention in this book really happened. I have no incentive to lie in any way. To protect my identity and that of others mentioned, any last names of people in this book will be changed. Any first names are real.

  Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

  This book is meant to shed light on some of my experiences as a car crash fetishist and why I did some of the things I've done. Do not hold any assumption that me, or anyone else in this book, are secretly a good person. Everyone has demons. Some hide them better than others.

  And before you ask, yes, I've seen the movie. That's actually one of the reasons why I've decided to recount my experiences here - I don't think it gave a very accurate idea of what it's really like. Perhaps there are others for which the movie fits well, but for me, and those I know, it paints the wrong picture of our lives, one that I feel obligated to correct.

  So, dear reader, I implore you to strap in and get comfortable, because this ride will be a bumpy one.