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In this hilarious, irreverent frolick, Katrina and her pack of Old Louisville bottomdwellers have their worlds disrupted by two tall, handsome strangers.
Skeptical, trash-talking Katrina believes she has everything under control in her hard-drinking dive bar world. She and her “Lost Boys” are running open-throttle against middle-age, until two strangers happen into the bar during Derby Week. One man will lead the pack on wild adventures. The other, quieter man will challenge Katrina to take a hard look at her path – and break through her stonewall defenses.
Judged by readers to be reminiscent of Charles Bukowski’s work, this story includes: drunken marine sergeants on leave; haunted carriage houses; Woodstock with a twang; Kentucky Derby drinking binges; full-contact underage Kareoke; and 72 hour road trip to Mardi Gras and back; gay bar disco strip shows; and busty Halloween brawls. The last half of the novel is set against the events of 911 and the unexpected death of a bartender. All of these events forces Katrina to redefine her thoughts on true love.
Down here among the bottom dwellers, men have no reservations about finding women better than themselves to live with. It’s like when Austin showed up driving a brand-new red Camaro, and he said he had a sugar mama in Tennessee he was living off. He said she had bought him this car because he was the best she had ever had. Those of us who were older and wiser knew what that meant: his old lady was letting him drive her car as long as he did his little factory job and paid the insurance. As soon as she got tired of his antics she’d take back the car to be used as bait for the next boy floating past.
It’s like when you see an old man living under a bridge and he’s got this dog that follows him everywhere. Any bum can buy a dog and any woman can buy a boy. It’s comforting to own a boy. When you sit down at Dan’s by the pool tables and ask your boy for a cigarette and he puts it between his lips and lights it, sucks a couple of draws to make sure it’s glowing brightly and then hands it to you. It’s a status kind of thing. It’s comforting when you’re too old to believe in fairy tales anymore. It’s like love only better because you don’t cry as often when you own a boy.
Kat owns Bucky, and they run the bars in the Victorian Section of Louisville KY with her gang of Lost Boys. Everything is going as planned until two tall, handsome strangers find their way into her circle of friends. One will lead her crew on wild adventures, while the other one will force her to take a hard look at her life and circumstances…and nothing will ever be the same.
Down here among the bottom dwellers, men have no reservations about finding women better than themselves to live with.
At first glance a person might think this pairing up would happen in Spring when all the world is abloom with love. However, among street level men, it's far more likely to occur in the Fall just as the temperatures start to dip into the 20s. That's because men are like rats. When the air gets a little nippy, rats want to move indoors; to sit out the winter in comparative comfort. The same can be said of bottom dwelling men who instinctively know how to earn an inside living space by saying nice things to females and cutting back on the jive bullshit.
"You're looking mighty fine, baby," could translate into a warm bed and three hot meals a day, if whispered into the right lady's ear. Or, at the least, it might get him shared body heat on those coldest nights in January when ice blankets the windows facing north, and you need to leave the faucets running so the pipes don't freeze.
So it isn't by accident when bottom dwelling men take another look at the women around them in mid-October. They have three million years of evolution pushing them forward.