
A janitor, a disgraced Army officer with seventeen binders, and a man who literally tastes danger steal two government-enhanced otters from a municipal aquarium. The otters are conscious. The government knows. Nobody wants to talk about it. What follows: a fifty-three-year conspiracy, a classified compound that made otters smarter and killed seventeen children, a dead-man's switch that dumps 4.8 million documents onto the internet, and a courtroom battle where the central question — can you steal something that knows it's being stolen? — is argued by a prosecutor named Harold Balzac with a straight face. People die. Institutions shrug. A quality control specialist ends up serving breadsticks at Olive Garden because she tested pH levels for the wrong company. And in a tank in Ohio, an otter who once spelled HELP in fourteen languages quietly stops asking. Truth Tastes Like Pennies is a satire about institutional cowardice, created consciousness, and the uniquely American tradition of classifying your mistakes until they become someone else's problem.

“Elliot Nessie” follows Vinny Vidivici, a down-on-his-luck private investigator whose biggest career achievement was tracking down missing pets until the Loch Ness Monster literally crashes through his office wall with a case. Nessie needs him to find Roy Mudson, a Mississippi mud monster who moonlights as a lifestyle guru dispensing wisdom about “finding your flow” and “authentic grounding experiences” to stressed-out corporate executives. What starts as a simple missing persons case quickly spirals into a corporate conspiracy involving RiverView Enterprises, a wellness company that wants to drain Roy’s primordial mud for weaponization purposes, and Dr. Silas Desiccant, a dehydration specialist whose professional nemesis is basic H2O.
Brian Gerard (Lewandowski) writes books critics call "aggressively adequate"—better than "aggressively terrible" but somehow more concerning. He once traded a MetroCard for a pitchfork on a subway platform and now uses it exclusively for dramatic pointing. He lives on a farm outside Charlottesville, Virginia with three disappointed potted plants, a judgmental pig named Trouble McFussbucket, and a wife who smiles politely at his life choices.