Book Synopsis
An adrenaline-fueled fever-dream of dope, desire, and desperation, Fortunate Son sets the throttle fully open and never lets off the accelerator.
The raw mania of a hunting trip for bounty leads to a magical kingdom of excessive temptation, where we are dropped face-first into one man's consciousness - constantly firing on all cylinders as he juggles his past and present on a secret we are never fully let in on.
When our hunter says of his prey:
“Pretty boy, start stacking these beds in front of the door to the facilities. You and I are gonna have a lil come-to-Jesus meetin.”
He might as well be speaking to us.