About the Author
I spent the majority of my youth and early life in the sparsely lit corners of the public library; often not leaving until a petite librarian with a Lisa Loeb vibe tapped me gently on the shoulder to tell me it was closing time. I spent countless hours reading the works of T.S. Eliot, Charles Dickens, William Shakespeare, and Ayn Rand. I was inspired by their prose and realized their work needed to be encapsulated into one book. Henceforth, I wrote a book about zombies, motorcycles, and bourbon. The writers still speak to me from the grave, and they are now telling me to write a book about boobs, a sorority, and domestic beer. One classic at a time, one at a time……..
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living, dead or undead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright ©2013 by Frank Ignagni III
All rights reserved.
Table of Contents
“Enough of this.”
“I have no idea what the hell to do right now.”
“That’s your decision; if you reconsider, call me.”
“No worries, Rem, loud pipes save lives, man.”
“This is not going to do, we need a plan.”
“There’s the blood.”
“What the hell are we gonna do with those?”
“We got company.”
“Let there be light!”
“No problem, I’ll get the popcorn too.”
“No, I am going to do it.”
Present Day
“I’ll be on the roof.”
Present Day
“They are more trouble than they are worth, but not really.”
“I certainly hope so, for all our sakes.”
“It walked right out of the water.”
“Hell yeah, that guy owes us one!”
“Serendipity.”
“I bet she still starts right up."
“Fuck!”
Present Day
Present Day
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