Three million words, seven books, 137 short stories written, Now in one book, reporting a life, no time for the sins of fiction. True life, real life, two sons dead from suicide, daughter's rape, schizophrenic/alcoholic second wife savaging all hope, bankruptcies, hitchhiking on land and air two times around the earth. Good-hearted whores in Germany, Italy, Spain, Mexico, Egypt. Seven women at once in the personal ads, the Midwife, the Preacher Lady, Wendy the Doll Maker, the Chemistry Professor, the French Fashion Designer, the Professional Virgin, the Fat Poet. Boss of 73 men, appraising market value of San Francisco skyscrapers, playing the horses successfully, room clerking skid-roll hotel filled with cocaine addicts, drunks, pimps, growing up during the Great Depression, arising from terrible stage fright phobia to do standup comedy, the 117 romances of a commitment phobic... All recorded, ready, the final accounting. Dream now fully realized, enormous comfort during a long life. Every tragedy an opportunity for the scavenger to create literature. Time to fulfill the pact made by the young man's heart, imagination, soul so long ago. And with his heroes who inflamed the quest: Thomas Wolfe, Henry Miller, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Charles Bukowski, Ernest Hemingway… Everyone has a dream. "You are living your dream," best friend, Rosie, says. "You've had a hard life, worst tragedies of anyone I've ever known. Yet you are the happiest man I know!" A secret. Shared now in last will and testament, "The Soul Scavenger. Confessions of an innocent sensualist." All books, all tragedies, joys, adventures, insights, meaning -- into one book. Life dream, deepest desire, complete. Hero's journey finished.