Head West with Broken Neck

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><em>Head West with Broken Neck </em></strong><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Vol. 3 of</span><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> THE WORLD IS MY ASHTRAY </strong><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>reconnects readers to P.H. Mountain's hilarious fast-paced world of questionable decisions gone horribly right. Then predictably wrong. And then somehow surprisingly right again.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Paul and Lonnie remain holed up in the mountain ghost town of Eldora Colorado where Paul completes his first novel with the indispensable assistance of acid speed and rivers of Budweiser. Now a dangerously legal twenty-one-year-old man he tests the patience of every barstool and bartender within twenty-five miles-finding all the pleasure and pain the bottle promises.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Unless the Hindus were right I'd never died before and the Hindus couldn't possibly be right could they? Those dudes f**king starved as perfectly edible cows strolled past flaunting their exalted bovine existence with each steaming cow patty they dumped on Gandhi Plaza. Still pain this overwhelming implied death didn't it?</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>With a few extra bucks in their pockets Paul Lonnie and the dogs take off on a wanderlust road trip in the battered Vanship Econoline crisscrossing the bohemian American West in search of those final reckless days of youth. But the slow relentless drip of time presents challenges that weed and whiskey can no longer solve. As adulthood looms Paul and Lonnie are forced to confront hard truths-about themselves each other and the inevitable future.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Spontaneous travel excruciating pain and bursts of hilarity punctuate this next chapter in P.H. Mountain's darkly funny coming-of-age memoir. Set in the 90s just before the tech revolution </span><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><em>Head West with Broken Neck</em></strong><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> is a full embrace of reckless living an unapologetic testament to the wild beauty of attacking life with the throttle open and arms spread wide.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>I collapsed backward pulling Lonnie on top of my chest. We rolled around the bed clutched each other spastically howled like old beat poets in old bars in old 'Frisco town. I reached around and extracted the last vestiges of orgasm from her soul hoping we could just die just f**king croak right then and there because nothing would ever get much better or mean much more.</span></p><p></p>