Twenty years ago, Frank Felson was a baseball-bashing, drum-smashing, rock-n-roll lothario. It was pseudo semi-pro ball, and his band was a much maligned one hit wonder, but for Frank, the world was his oyster, and he was shucking it for pearls. Today, Frank's life is a steaming pile of excrement. He's unemployed, his dog has been murdered, and his wife is shacking up with another man. Worst of all, Frank's current band plays nothing but Jimmy Buffet covers. Most people would assume a 42-year-old day drinker with a penchant for backyard badminton and ditch weed had given up. Not Frank. Frank is convinced he'll make it back to the top, fall in love, maybe even learn to like himself again. Can man truly do anything he puts his mind to? Or are we all merely dreamers desperately dodging, the perilously sharp...lawn darts of fate?
Warning: This book contains drug use, hot sex, swinging, drinking and other hijinx.
©2014 Christopher Read Craig (P)2016 Christopher Read Craig
A musician and songwriter from the Boston area. I like "Regular Guy" books. No chick Lit, no zombies, or vampires please. No politics.
If you like quirky novels with heart and humor, then just buy Lawn Darts Of Fate.
I found myself laughing out loud many times, and I was sad when it ended.
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