I Trusted The Fart
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COMING SOON: IN DEVELOPMENT
He trusted his instincts. His career. His relationship. And, for approximately three catastrophic seconds, his digestive system. He was wrong about all four.
Evan Mercer does not make bad decisions.
He researches restaurants before making reservations. He arrives at airports three hours early. He reads terms and conditions. He maintains an emergency fund, carries two phone chargers, and has never once sent a text message without rereading it for tone.
At thirty-seven, Evan has built the kind of carefully controlled life that makes uncertainty somebody else’s problem: a respectable career, a beautiful apartment, a long-term relationship, and a five-year plan organized by quarter.
Then, during the most important presentation of his career, Evan feels a familiar rumble in his stomach and makes one tiny, seemingly reasonable decision.
He trusts the fart.
He should not have trusted the fart.
What follows would be humiliating enough if it ended in the conference room.
It does not.
Within days, Evan’s carefully constructed life begins collapsing with almost mathematical precision. His promotion disappears. His relationship reveals cracks he has spent years pretending not to notice. His closest friendships turn out to contain secrets of their own. And the company he trusted with his career may have been depending on his predictability for reasons that have nothing to do with loyalty.
Suddenly, the man who planned for everything has absolutely no idea what happens next.
Forced to rebuild without the spreadsheets, routines, and carefully calculated choices that once made him feel safe, Evan begins confronting an uncomfortable possibility:
Maybe his greatest mistake wasn’t trusting the fart.
Maybe it was spending his entire life trusting everything except himself.
Hilarious, heartfelt, and spectacularly inappropriate, I Trusted the Fart is a comedy about control, catastrophe, friendship, reinvention, and learning that sometimes the worst thing that can happen to you is exactly what finally gets you moving.
Because some mistakes you make with your heart.
Others you make with your ass.