Time is running out for Chester Sprockett. How is an unemployed, aspiring novelist supposed to survive when the thirty grand borrowed off his dead father's credit cards is almost gone, and the only work he can find is hawking toys and cheesy novelty items door-to-door . . . and on commission yet? And talk about woman trouble: There's Pandora, the beautiful magician's assistant who dumped him for an investment banker and the dream of becoming a performance artist; Beth, his true love, the girl he let slip through his fingers at the beach (maybe it was all that baby oil), and the mysterious blond nymph who hurls empty beer bottles at him from a black Z28 Camaro. If it wasn't for the occasional visit from the ghost of his father, Chester would almost certainly be losing his grip on reality, and never navigate his way out of the . . . Horse Latitudes.
Author
Quentin R. Bufogle is a freelance writer, blogger, novelist, graphic artist & designer. A former contributing writer to the former Las Vegas CityLife, his work appears in the anthology: "Wish You Were Here: Stories and Essays Inspired by Fabulous Las Vegas Postcards" — published by the former Stephens Press. He is the author of "Horse Latitudes" (once described as "the best book you'll never read"), and the most frequently quoted unknown since anonymous. He lives in the city formerly known as Las Vegas, Nevada. "Writing is the dragon that lives underneath my floorboards. The one I incessantly feed for fear it may turn and devour my ass. Writing is the friend who doesn't return my phone calls; the itch I'm unable to scratch; a dinner invitation from a cannibal; elevator music for a narcoleptic. Writing is the hope of lifting all boats by pissing in the ocean. Writing isn't something that makes me happy like a good cup of coffee. It's just something I do because not writing, as I've found, is so much worse." — Quentin R. Bufogle
