Francis Jupiter Trautman lives as you do. In a shack out in Plaquemine’s Bayou drinking Old Crow and burying cigar boxes full of children’s teeth at the roots of an old dead oak.
Mind the flies.
But at night, he soars. He sails up above the swamps adrift on wings of whiskey and of soda.
That’s him, now. Perched on the hood of a silver 1975 Buick Apollo. Clinking his size-13 Frye’s against the headlamps with small delight and sucking a Marlboro, as he watches you sleep.
A world-weary somnambulist must fight demons that tempt him with a variety of vices, but to defeat them his ex-lover must help him remember the simple pleasures of life.