Kilroy was Here
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My writer friends: Casie Emerson Bazay, Mary Miller, Shirley Hall, Bill Grasso, Janet Brook, Deniece Adsit, and Peter Biadasz. Your feedback was immeasurable.
I could fill the pages of another book with more names, so if yours isn’t listed here, it doesn’t mean it’s not on my heart. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention our pets. Our dogs Daisy and Lady and our cats Scooter and Khaleesi provided many hugs and comforting cuddles when I didn’t think I could finish this.
I also wanted to acknowledge anyone who ever told me I was funny. This is all your fault.
AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY
Jeff South was born and raised in Poplar Bluff, Missouri, and started writing stories about a ghost hunting cat named Midnight when he was only eight years old. He wrote short stories all through school and then discovered the world of theater and acting. He obtained a Bachelor of Arts in Theater from Southeast Missouri State University in Cape Girardeau and then a Master of Arts in Theater from Central Missouri State in Warrensburg. He has taught theater, directed several plays, and acted in dozens of roles. As a writer, he maintains a blog, Upstream of Consciousness, where he writes about film, television, books, music, pop culture, and the occasional memory of growing up in southeast Missouri.
In addition to stage work, Jeff has acted in the 2014 short horror film Innards and in the 2017 feature length comedy Drinksgiving. He and his wife Sandy have three adult children, two dogs, and two cats. They currently live in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma.
ABOUT THE BOOK
Normal teenagers flip burgers to earn cash during high school. I am not a normal teenager.
My name is Tony Pershing and I broke up with my girlfriend just before prom because I was worried my job monitoring a mysterious portal to space for an enigmatic company named Corporate would put her in danger. In other words, I suck at making decisions. My best friend and Corporate co-worker is Jeff Harper, who is obsessed with the music of Styx and his 1976 Chevy Vega. He got sucked through the portal on prom night and now, armed with an arsenal of bizarre weapons and a mild case of PTSD, I’ve got to find out what happened to him.
I also have to deal with a sudden and random ability to spout off information I never knew and a neurotic alien real estate developer bent on turning Earth into a resort planet.
Remember this the next time you think you’re having a bad day.