These stories, that have been available on
Blogspot for 10 years for free, will now only be available on Amazon at the
address above. They are contained in “Vagabon Freak”, the 1st volume
of a trilogy titled “The 7 Lives of the Punk Poofy Cats”. I have been the
archetypal starving artist in his garret, painting, drawing and writing,
writing, writing as if I were some waif crying out in the wilderness. Now I
need you, dear reader, to hear my cries and go to Amazon and buy a copy of my
book and keep me alive. There you will find my complete tale, from beginning to
end, in one place, for you to hold in your hot little hands. When you read it
straight through, I assure you, it will blow your mind.
Below are introductory paragraphs and some
pictures that I still retain to illustrate this story, hopefully to give you a
come-on to get my book. Thanks for giving me a go, TZ.
Sample:
It was 1966 and in spite of
his sexual deviance Annette remained Arthur’s girlfriend, she was inspired by
his poetry, his love of dance and his cheeky wit. With much cajoling she
allowed him to fondle her breasts only, the rest of her plump body reserved for
her future husband and one true love. “Prudence and the Pill” was a popular
movie that excited the imagination but the sexual revolution hadn’t made it to
West Heidelberg, teenage girls finding it next to impossible to get their hands
on the pill.
Pregnancy-free sex was for
the mature and married woman, youth had to curb its wantonness in sports and
obedient righteousness. 1966 for a teenager in the suburbs was frustrating in
every way, they couldn’t move, spend, watch, speak without their parent’s
permission and when it came down to it, Arthur couldn’t get from girls what he
got from guys, the thrill of illicit sex.
With puberty-chemicals
over-flowing, Arthur was flipping out; there was an after school party at a
well-behaved middle-class girl's house, she was a goody-two shoes prefect, ripe
for subversion. Arthur made a total fool of himself, getting drunk for the
first time in his life and trying to prove his manliness by king-hitting a boy
who didn’t deserve it. Artie then smashed up the furniture and threw mashed-up
party food into the parent’s wardrobe, ruining all their clothes. When mum and
dad came home, dad tried to throttle Arthur and had to be dragged off him,
cursing and spitting.
A guy, once bad but now
straightened out as a prefect, got a hold of Annette and asked her what she was
doing with this loser, he’d ruin her life and she’d best keep her distance from
him. To this advice she complied, breaking up with Artie, his hetero teenage-romance
now turned to doom and gloom, his "1950’s movie melodrama" of grand
emotions overflowing with remorse and recalcitrance.
(Please go to the WEB address above if you want to read more: buy the book.)
