And Then She Was Gone

The redhead girl on the blacktop, the girl at the back of the room who you swear looked at you up and down, the girl at the party that you didn’t have the nerve to ask to dance, the girl you see upon first sight and know that she is the one—we all know them. We all experience them. We all crave the moments that last lifetimes.But we also all experience that one moment—the moment she is gone.Read the treatise of an asperging daydreamer who sees life circuitously where the past, present, and future swim as one miasma of dreams of a daydreamer. Follow these mis-“sex” adventures of a “blerd” who grew up on happily-ever-after fantasies and managed to continue to get up every time he fell down in his fifty shades of incompetence.The story begins the day he died and ends the day he was born . . . or reborn. To him, it’s just Thursday. And he reminds himself that when life throws you lemons, you just only need to go back to square one.