" After reading "The Galactic Pot healer" a story set on a distant planet, with amorphous water-based gods, and futurist bibles, it is relieving to be brought back to Earth, to California in the 1950s, where "Confessions of a Crap Artist" takes place. The Crap artist is Jack Isodore, an obsessive hoarder of pseudo scientific and questionable conspiracies. While already living with his deceptively controlling sister and her wealthy land owning husband, Jack is persuaded into an apocalyptic U.F.O cult. And here inside the tense and impossible relationship between His sister and her stolen marriage, Jack becomes the hopeless mediator, a scapegoat, and an intruder into an inherent corrupt bond between people who exist in a far stretch from anything near love. Unlike Philip K. Dick's signature science fiction adventures, There is nothing unreal, about "Confessions of a Crap artist, In fact it enters into the realms of things so real, that they in turn become brutal reminders of the unfortunate people who are inevitably fated by their own disasters, and who long for things that they will never quite achieve. "
— Charlie, 1/9/2014