E-book word count: 9,415 words (39 pages)
Blurb: Just how far can you ride on somebody else’s compassion? A young hitch-hiking couple, both Renaissance Faire fans, get picked up in the Southwest desert. Their driver is a tight-lipped, all-American salesman: a short, skinny Willy Loman type. Cultures immediately clash during a hairy ride in which they all get way more than they bargained for! Al, the driver, starts coming undone at the seams. Soon the pair get sucked into his downward spiral of unbelievable bad luck and crumbling health, toward a looming funeral! In this darkly humorous book the sky is falling while suspicions abound: can anything Al says even be trusted? Will the two travelers be able to jump ship and save their own skins – before it’s too late?
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Soon we are meandering around, lost. We’re somewhere in the industrial outskirts of east Houston. Nowhere to pitch camp amid all the factories.
Eventually we turn off a road, onto a smaller road, onto a teeny dirt track that peters out in front of some half-built bungalows, way, way out in the swamp. The site is long abandoned. It’s a nice grassy area, though. It’s secluded. It’s free. The sun sets and we’re all exhausted. I start unrolling our new sleeping bags.
The Wench wanders over to examine a wooden sign that’s off in one corner of the grass. The sign is upside down, its paint faded and almost illegible, really. But one can just about make out these four words:
DON’T FEED THE GATORS.
You know we tumble out of there in a mad dash!
Jack Kerouac meets Stephen King in this surreal tale of weird coincidences and mishaps on a road trip to New Orleans. A quick and fun read, leaving the reader wanting more… Check out the same writer’s My Life as a Gypsy (which dovetails nicely with Bad Voodoo).
Looking at the three books in this section, Bad Voodoo seems to set the stage. The gypsy is longer and has more variety: I guess there is only so much that can be said with a car as the backdrop! Once you read all three – you will appreciate the work that has gone into the books (Voyeur, Gypsy and Voodoo. Personally, I liked the Gypsy for the various attempts at trying to put down roots in different places. Voyeur and Gypsy are both quite frank and reflective on the author’s life.)