This is the book that started it. Each one kept getting crazier.
“Yello! Louis Bautista.”
“Louis… this is Celia…mom just called me. She said that she got you to help her get her driver’s license. Do you think she can deal with that?”
“Oh yeah! She hot rodded my beemer like an Indy driver.”
“So where are you? “Asked Celia.
“I just got on I-95 south. I should be home in a couple hours. Probably about noon.”
“Okay… see you soon… bye.”
Celia rolled over, naked in the bed, and looked into Anthony’s eyes.
“Where did Josh go?” She asked.
“He just ran to the restroom. He’ll be right back.” Said Anthony.
“I have to go home. I enjoyed our night together.” She kissed him and started to get out of the bed. He pulled her back as she giggled and he got on top of her, one more time. Josh appeared beside them and waited for a break to join in.
Many of you know me from a diversity of social media sites, so you probably know that I lost my 15-year Pomeranian, Koko. I’m over the loss now.
A year, or so, before she died of kidney failure, I bought Zenzi, a wolf-sable Pomeranian. She learned fast, and inherited all of Koko’s tricks and habits. That was a good thing. My wife is a great trainer and has a lot more patience than myself. (She’s married to me.)
Zenzi graduated… and has become the perfect companion. When Koko died, Zenzi became depressed and there was no way to explain death to a dog. I did, but those words were not in her vocabulary. She laid around a lot, and stared at me, wanting to know when I was going to go get Koko, or wondering what Koko did that made me so mad, to get rid of her. No way to explain. Zenzi was about a year old, and no longer in that puppy stage. After much thought, I decided that another puppy was the answer. Pomeranians aren’t happy when they are alone.
In my latest books, Louis Bautista had a Pomeranian in book 1 and 2.
I flew to North Carolina to buy a little black and tan Pom. I researched taking a dog on a plane, and… I think I can do it. (That story is on my blog), but the bottom line is that a weird bonding happened because of the airport experience. Now in Florida, Athena follows me everywhere. I haven’t been to the bathroom alone in months. Normally, my wife is the trainer, and I don’t interfere with her years of experience. Like I said, more patience than me.
Athena says otherwise. I… am her human, and she rejects the authority of my wife. She whines when I go to work, sleeps between my knees at night, and has learned that if she stares at me long enough, I will give her a dog-biscuit. So, I have been doing her training. I am on lockdown with this Corona 19 thing, so the timing is good. She’s a lot smarter than I thought. I have learned that it is not that she can’t learn, she just doesn’t want to learn. She is the most, strong-willed, dog I have ever owned. She is finally surrendering to STAY, DROP, and NO. She learned COME fast enough, but just doesn’t always feel like doing it. I teach my dogs hand signals as they learn the commands. I also teach them that belching and farting, gets rewards. My wife just shakes her head at me.
The leash is my biggest challenge now. She just lies down, like, drag me human! You can’t use a collar like a regular dog. Poms have a trachea issue, so you have to use a harness. She hates the harness as well. I have several different styles, and she prefers the old original nylon straps. Due to the Florida heat, I believe she wants as little body contact as possible. She’s making progress. Wait until she discovers that I bought seat belts for the car.
Once again, my patience is a bit less than a dog trainer, and often she frustrates me, and I feel like she’s beating me. I have failed. She’s going to hate me for all of the abuse I’m inflicting on her. Sometimes I get so frustrated that I consider giving her to someone more qualified.
Then… I finish my latest page for my website, save it for tomorrows posting, and shut down the three 24” monitors in front of me. The cooling fans whine to a stop, I close my schedule book, and roll my chair away from my desk. It stops against something and I look back in the floor. Athena pushed her dog bed across the room, and against my chair. There is a sudden flow of emotion. I reach down, pick up her limp three pound body, and hold her against my chest. “Come on girl, it’s bed time.”
In my latest books, Louis Bautista had a Pomeranian in book 1 and 2.
Before Covid 19, I was a cabinet maker for a Yacht Company. It is located in Florida, and based in Taiwan. All of us in the cabinetry department, are distinguished older gentlemen… except Fred.
These yachts are 70′ long. They have two huge Volvo Diesels and carry 4000 gal of fuel. I am a sailor, and am in the minority in this plant. Actually, I only know of one other sailor, and he’s never had his off of the dock. I use my diesel for getting in and out of tight anchorages. My fuel bill is about $200 a year, based on $4.00 a gallon. The seventy, will spend $1600 for one fill up, and probably go through many tanks in a season. I always loose this debate in the shop. Roughly 312 to 1.Right now, April 12th, 2020, I am on home lockdown, waiting for the Covid 19’s Visa to expire. I left a partially built cabinet on my workbench, locked my toolbox, and pulled the plug on my chargers and radio. We have millions of dollars worth of unfinished-sold, yachts to complete, so I am assuming that I will at least have a job until they are finished. This is what I do.
This is starting to look like an advertisement for a yacht broker, but most of these are photos from my cell phone. Myself, and a couple others, have been with the plant since boat one. We did the prototype cabinets with cardboard and sticks, and then started working on weight reduction, weighing everything we created. I am qualified to say that we have some of the most talented yacht-level cabinetmakers available, but we’re all getting old. We have brought in young apprentices, paid them extremely well, and they still quit for anything that resembles a video-game.
“Who’s going to build the boats?”
In the past, any time things got out of control in the United States, or my life, I escaped to an island. That’s always been my answer, and it has been the input for a crazy life.
“I should write a book! HA!”
I have sailed everywhere from Florida, to Grenada. Florida Keys, Bahamas, a New Years party on the beach at Foxy’s, on Joust Van Dyke, explored the Baths, in Virgin Gorda, Scuba dive shipwrecks at 100′, had an eel swim between my legs, personally knew a barracuda named Charlie, raised a peregrin falcon named Fabian, and knew a mule named Vanilla. I fell in love with Nevis, and St. Kitts, Started another book in N. Jamaica, not supposed to talk about Costa Rica, been on a first name basis with a Rasta, and moved to St. Croix, for several years, before returning to Florida.
A sailboat, can take you far, a lot cheaper than a six million dollar floating mansion. Unfortunately, I can’t even afford the sailboat right now. She sits on the hard wondering where I am.
“We can’t leave the country this time. The virus is everywhere.”
We have all become so dependant on the internet. Right now, being isolated in our homes, it is keeping us all from being a domestic violence statistic. My lawn has never been so manicured. My Pomeranians have never had so much attention, and my vehicles have never sat idle for so long.
Can you imagine… do it for a minute… if they shut off the internet. I read that the dark web had already been shut down, so this crossed my mind. Even now, I order my groceries, stay in touch with my family, send my latest manuscript to my editor, and do all of my advertising, ON THE INTERNET. We literally do almost everything on the internet now. We can Google the answer or location of anything, compare prices globally, and learn how to do anything on YouTube. Even school, church, and working from home, requires, internet. There are people reading this, that have never been without the internet or their cell phone.
I live on the east coast of Florida, and we held out on home confinement longer then most. I am only on my ninth day of the thirty day restriction. I have logged many hours in my home office shopping, exploring, and editing.
Today, I am going to get out of here. “I’M GOING TO ESCAPE!”
I did adjustments and cleaned the dust off the bike. I fastened an old milk crate behind the seat, and I am taking my face mask, and hand wipes shopping. We have a few pawn shops, dollar stores, and a pharmacy, within riding distance. Maybe the hardware store is selling tomato plants, and I will try to grow one? HA HA!
My next book, Insomniacs, is ready for my editor, and I was, (Operative word, WAS ), 167 pages into, The Repeater, before I was hit head-on with writers block. Maybe I can pedal into some inspiration?
Inside an abandoned warehouse in Orlando, with weeds, a rusted semi-truck, and two stopped up loading dock drains, is the most high-tech research facility in the world. Here, they have learned how to reverse aging.
We are born, imperfect humans. Louis was definately no exception, and while persueing the company of a wealthy widow in Barbados, was handed the ingredients for eternal life. Longue Durée, can not only reverse your mind and body to a younger age, but also cures many issues like Osteoporosis and Alzheimer’s.
There is only one catch! It’s expensive.
How would the world respond to such a miracle drug? What would they pay to have all of their pain and imperfections removed? Sounds good, but… what about social security and pension plans. If people didn’t die from age, cancer, or a heart attack, the pharmaceutical and medical empires would go bankrupt. The wealthy and famous will still want Longue Durée, but surely it cannot be available to, everyone?
“Yes. They have created a being; and blown the breath of life into it. It is, according to Bethany, a sentient being able to think, function, make decisions, and reproduce.”
“Louis, this is wrong. This is very wrong.”
Louis had a condo in Uruguay. He also had a farm in Uruguay.
He went to an auction, of a government research facility, and bid on an entire room of equipment, that nobody else wanted. He won, and with much expense, took it all back to Orlando to his old partner’s laboratory. This is a cut from book III, of Longue Durée, Extending Life.
Martin walked around the array of parts and wires, analyzing all the ingredients.
“So, do you know what it is?” I asked, humbly.
“Got an idea, but I’m not sure, yet. Help me move this over there, and this over there.” He pointed.
We spent the next forty-eight hours plugging things in, reading directions, checking parts to internet specs and bolting things to the walls and floors with anchor bolts. The screen came on when we plugged in the regular wall current, but we had held back on turning on the switch to the little reactor.
“I suspect that there is an overthruster here someplace?” asked Doc.
“What does it look like?” I asked.
“It’s usually triangular, with a transducer module on each point. The signals mix and create a…….”
“I FOUND IT!”
“Yes, you did! Plug it into this cradle, and we should be ready to see what the big voltage does.” We were both excited like a couple kids with their daddy’s Playboy collection.
“WAIT!” yelled Martin.
“What?”“I don’t want to die in another lab explosion. Let’s go to the hardware store.”
We went down to Ace and bought a big roll of 10 ga. wire, and a big fused switch. We interfaced the wire into the switch of the reactor and basically bypassed it to the roll of wire. We unrolled it across the floor and out onto the loading dock. We connected the switch to the end, and now, we could turn the thing on from outside. We spent another hour checking our work, and then went out on the dock.
“You flip it.” Martin said.
“No, It’s your lab!”
“It’s your fuck’n reactor!”
“Okay, SHIT!” I reached down and picked up the box. With my right hand on the lever, I stepped behind the wall. I looked into Martin’s eyes and he gave me a big smile, like we were about to die in style. I flipped the switch.
The stress that COVID 19 is causing, is working on your mind and body. The insecurity of your investments, your job, your daily supplies, and even your life, are doing more damage than you realize.
As we become confined to our home and apartments, there is a cheap excape. eBooks, can take you away, to a place that you can relax. You still have to come back, but at least you can get a break. An ebook download from Amazon is usually about $2.99 or FREE if you are a member.
eBooks will not contaminate your home, spread the virus, and is available instantly… when you need it.
“Longue Duree, book 1, 2, and 3. are available now. They are all, out-there, enough to get your mind off of Covid 19.
Stay safe, and I hope you enjoy my books. David Alexander
We were set to go LIVE, and release this life enhancing product to the world. My advertising was set to go, and my sales staff was ready. I got an emergency call from Jennifer to come to the front desk, where I was served a stop order, on Longue Durée.
I rented every empty warehouse and refrigerated trailer in the industrial park, and filled them to capacity with Longue Durée. The staff worked around the clock.
We ignored the stop order, and Longue Durée went on TV, coast to coast. The orders came in so fast that the system kicked over to the automated order system. The bookkeeping department just sat back, and watched the numbers rolling. By 8pm, we were taking orders on product that had a future production date. At 8:15 Jennifer urgently called me to the front desk.
Two FBI agents pushed me out of the way and went to our computer room to pull our servers. Two other officers slammed me to the floor and handcuffed me, behind my back. Other officers marched out all of the employees, leaving their computers and notes where they were. I was rushed out of the office without my rights, and delivered to a holding cell, with no explanation or conversation.
The next morning, Federal Auditors showed and had Judy in tears as they clawed for any illegal activity. I, simmered in jail for three days, and my plant had been vacated and locked down. At breakfast release, of day four, two guards grabbed my arms and marched me to a private room. I was given my personal effects and released to the exit room where Judy waited for me in a short dress and heels.
“You’re so bad.” I smiled.
(She started her car and drove slowly.) “I know.”
I had a phone call while you were inside. He said sorry for the delay, but you can’t buy TV News advertising like you just received, and you are welcome. Do you know a nutcase named Justin?”