“I am a great friend of chaos. It’s all we have. This whole concept of being able to manage life…. life is risk, life is chance, life is being open to chance. The best things in my life, and probably in anybody’s life, comes out of being open to being blown off course.”
~Tilda Swinton
Vic is fevered & delusional in the Galapagos as he contemplates his devolution back into the sea.
Sibling Rival Revelry at Red Rocks.
Vic & Yvonne Neverman sip beers and discuss love & Bigfoot.
Romance is in the air.
Or at least it is in the firewater.
Vic is the rogue nobody at a destination wedding in the Virgin Islands where he must navigate unsavory characters seeking a diplomatic pouch of smuggled drugs.
The Big Hole in Chatham County, NC, is a post-apocalyptic bunker built to ensure the continuity of government. Or is it? What explains then the orbs of Fayetteville or the paranormality at the Kraken roadhouse bar?
Santa was a chimney sweep and a pirate! He’d case the joint by day then rob the rich by night. The rich would wake the next morning to realize they were robbed. The only clue was lumps of coal left in the fireplace. Meanwhile, orphans would find their stinky stockings stuffed with pirate booty thanks to the jolliest Roger, the dreaded pirate White Beard, Old St Nick!
The inspector is thumping his leg in excitement and sucking his deep south mint julip from a straw at a reckless pace. He hasn’t forgotten shit. His blinking smile between sips bears the smudge of green.
A tale of counter-espionage in Southern California. Vic has hours to track down a wedding saboteur before he strikes next.
Uncharted Dives 