The Dead Files is a horror novel. In The Dead files, I follow two men from the Grateful Dead parking lot to the jam shed and then off into the veil. It’s a political piece, and it’s an acid trip. It’s a book about the dead, the Grateful Dead, the soon-to-be dead written by a dead man. It’s called The Dead Files. This book has murder, rape, riots, explosions, fistfights, demons, aliens, and even an appearance by the devil himself. I wrote this book while living in my van on napkins and open-house fliers in a drug-induced haze. It is a journey of the mind, and it is dripping with blood. It is The Dead Files.