volume one IN THE D U D L E Y C L A R K - Ohio Vine Tours

that is, for—well, you name it. For a rapist. For a dognapper.
Certainly, for a stoner. Definitely, for a head case. Potentially,
for a reader of comic books.
Likely, for a pornographer or a pederast.
Maybe even for a church burner.
But Roy is none of these.
Roy would die of embarrassment if he had to walk into a
porn shop. Sure, he likes dogs, but not that way. And so what
if he’s a head case (name someone who isn’t)? At least he’s a
harmless one. Roy wouldn’t hurt a fly. Unlike his brother, Rick
the Asshole, who enjoys hurting people, Roy has never stolen
anything in his life. Nor has he smoked pot or tasted alcohol.
He doesn’t know for sure if there’s a God or not—his guess is
not—but he wouldn’t burn down a church over it.
He does, however, read comic books.
So, Roy is not what he appears. Except asleep, which at this
moment he most certainly is, snoring loudly, mouth sagged open,
dawn’s light filling the greasy sky, vertical bars of the dinged,
dilapidated iron bed’s headboard casting shadows along the
length of his body.
Bad Feng Shui.
1 ROY ROGERS IN THE 21ST CENTURY