See the Yellowstone the tourists aren't supposed to see, in this raunchy, irreverent comedy about working in the American West.
His roommate’s a porn-star, his co-workers can’t decide if they’re working a job or doing a stint at summer camp, and no one knows a slang term for “nipple” – that’s about as hard as life gets for Driftwood Dan. He works the western tourist trade, and if times get tough, he packs up his problems in a duffel bag and heads on down the road to the next two-bit job. But when a sexy tourist-lady turns his head, is Driftwood ready to give up the raunchy, carefree life he loves, just for the sake of “gettin’ laid regular”?
Ray Sikorski, winner of Montana Crossroads Magazine’s 1997 Short Fiction Award, completes this irreverent volume with a baker’s dozen of short stories. Widow wannabe’s, ping pong prodigies, and a woman who can raise herself five feet above the ground without any help from anything – they’re just a few of the characters who reside in these quick, feint-and-jab vignettes of life, love, and laundromats.
At this point things start running out -- first the condom machine in the men's room, then the tequila, then the bar snacks, then the cheese. But we had enough pancake batter to last us through the winter, and there was still that turkey, though nobody wanted to touch the thing after Mamie told everyone where it'd been. Someone rode a horse into the restaurant, and Mr. Van Ausdale tried to cook it. A layer of early-season snow was building up outside, so some guests pulled the antique wooden skis off the restaurant wall and tried their hand at skiing. There's some kind of incident involving old-fashioned farm implements. Flashlight batteries die, giving people the excuse to bump and grope each other, which they all seem to enjoy -- I know I did. People start telling ghost stories in front of the fire. People dare each other to strip in front of the fire. People then try jumping over the fire. Man! Pubic hairs sure do stink when there's flames coming off of them.