Just Call Me Boss

“So, what was the joke?” Jacque wanted to know.  Curtis was sitting there in Jacque’s little house on the outskirts of New Orleans, surrounded by reclaimed clocks, vintage electronics, and the sweet aroma of weed mixed with lemon zest from the iced tea they were drinking. “It’s funny,” Curt said, “but you’re the very firstContinue reading “Just Call Me Boss”

Revenge of the Unwoke; How Curtis Laroux Came to Lead the Vice Sign Movement

Note to readers: This new little series is not really that serious. I’m writing it for two simple reasons. The first is to get back at the cowardly, misguided immature editor who suggested I whitewash—correction, suggested I wokewash—my latest book in order to appease converts to the new woke religion, which apparently has a lotContinue reading “Revenge of the Unwoke; How Curtis Laroux Came to Lead the Vice Sign Movement”