Yellow Monkey Bars & Unbidden Erections -a failed campaign- a novel

After a fifteen minute jaunt consisting mostly of Hale taking his sweet little old time down Western avenue, ignoring his beeper that the Coaches Widow gave him as a Christmas present in second grade—the beeper which always emits a nasal pitched electronic rendition of “Tequila” every time it is alighted with a request from the Coaches Widow hoping Hale will refill her Styrofoam chalice— Hale walks as he continues to reminisce over the golden sun-spangled bangs and breath that somehow reminded him of checking into a new hotel room, sporadically Hale takes the filched garment stowed in his pocket out like a Handkerchief, padding down the pebbles of post-coital sweat dotting his forehead, hoping Tim Flanagan will accept his gift as a truce of the heart somehow and not be so damn rude.