A jaded journalist inherits an abandoned manuscript penned by an old
acquaintance who has recently passed away. The writing--a collection of
ruminations on the nature of existence by a fifty-three-year old
businessman who, as far as the journalist remembers, was a kind and
gentle soul--is nothing short of shocking. In it, this apparent
everyman--whom we know only as Mr. K--writes that he has a son,
daughter, and wife, but has no love for them. He claims that humans are
like cancer cells, destroying Mother Earth with their unrestrained
propagation. He looks at our mortal destiny with an unflinching honesty
and turns to psychic mediums for clues to the afterlife, wondering what
immortality--if it were possible--would mean for our spiritual
well-being. Me Against the World takes the reader down the rabbit hole
of the raging mind of this man, who only rejects the world in order to
save it from itself.