I am the classic example of a writer who is a product of their environment.
I grew up in rural Pennsylvania and was so affected by the lives of despair, addiction, child abuse and alcoholism that crushed so many of my friends and neighbors that I had to write about them -- pour them out of my brain -- before they drove me to utter lunacy.
The lives of the characters in Demon Alcohol and the Monstermen are influenced by the victims I've seen, whose stories made their way to my ears over the past 30-40 years. I felt as if someone had to speak for them, the youngest victims of this dreaded disease of alcoholism.
We hear story after story of the addicted, how they recover and face life's challenges, and we cheer their accomplishments. But few people know about, or cheer for, the real victims of the disease. The spouses, children, and friends whose lives are trampled under foot for no other reason than the fact that they dared to love an alcoholic (or in the case of a child, was borne by one).
Demon Alcohol and the Monstermen is for those people. The wife, the son, the daughter, the friend, the coworker... call them alcoholic roadkill. Or, call them what they really are.