So I stole Malfi’s McFly day. See, a few of us (A.J. Jones started it though) treasure McFly Day. That’s the day when you get your new book. See, remember Back to the Future? When George McFly got a big box of his new book and opened them? That was the best day a writer gets. It’s McFly day! I always want that day.

And well, Malfi has a new book out: Passenger: A man wakes up on a Baltimore City bus with no memory of who he is, where he is going, or what has happened to him. His head is recently shaved. His clothes appear new. And written on the palm of one hand is an address. Passenger is a haunting journey of discovery, where the protagonist stumbles through Baltimore’s crumbling streets and a collection of strangely wonderful characters in search of his identity. Yet the more he tries to uncover the mystery of his past, the more he learns it has been hidden from him for a reason.

And Malfi is one of the few authors I will buy a book from, sight unseen. I don’t care what it is about, I trust him that much. He’s that good, frankly.

So I mailed him and told him I got the book and would be reading it this weekend. And he told me he doesn’t have his copies yet. And now, when he does get his McFly moment? I will have symbolically been there first.

Muahahaha!

MUAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH!

AAAAAHAHAHAH*coughhackwheeze*HAHAHAHA!

*ahem*

Take that, Malfi. Now admit it, did you steal the crab hat?