The typos I could live with, but "fiction"?

The many errors in the text of Raccoons Stole My Baby Jesus were actually quite handy during book readings. When I needed to get a laugh out of the crowd I just read the damned book out loud, and had 'em going. But the discovery that the publisher's page (the one I did not write, therefore didn't bother reading) stated it is a work of fiction and all the stuff they say about not being real people, and so on.

That was it for me. Don't want folks thinking I am sick enough to actually make up such horror stories as those I've actually lived.

Second printing available in a couple weeks.