I bet you're asking yourself, why am I here? What happened that landed me in this cell? Trust me, you aren't the only one.Who am I?You'd do better to ask what I am.You know it's going to be a bad day when you wake up in the wrong man's bed, your favorite leather outfit is completely shredded, your best Manolo Blahniks are broken, and your eighty-dollar manicure is ruined. But would you believe me if I said that's just the tip of the shit storm?My...