A Raymond Chandleresque story in poetry of a sex obsessed private detective who is ratted out by those that he dedicates his lower regions to.

For my part, I had decided a fragrance would be my prize at the 30-day threshold. All of the promised olfactory strength and ability to detect nuanced scents has returned. It seemed choosing the new Zippo scent would have had a lot of karmic juice, and it’s supposed to be suitable for both men and women.

An exploration of the mind, some spontaneous prose written to music.

Seeing life in a new way; through the eyes of a windshield washer.