Escaping Innocence: A Story of Awakening - This is a book for anyone who's old enough to remember the "Age of Aquarius," drive-in movies, the Ed Sullivan Show, Bonanza, and only three TV networks. I'm talking Baby Boomers. You are the ones who will really appreciate—or should I say "dig" this book. I hope you will enjoy the journey. Peace and love, man!
David Justin is an Italian-Catholic, height-challenged youth, desperately trying to escape the bonds of sexual repression and adolescent innocence that hold him captive - in the Sixties. The journey of enlightenment is both laugh-aloud funny and gut-wrenchingly emotional, as David discovers that coming-of-age is more than just a five-minute roll in the hay culminating in a thirty-second celebratory shower. The book is filled with universal characters and rip-roaring adventures, including a hilarious spring break trip to Key West, Florida, involving a gay artist, goats, fleas, and...well...you get the picture.
Published in 2009, Escaping Innocence is currently ranked #2469 in the Kindle book store among books under the entertainment, humor category. It has received 22 reviews, with 82% of them being 5 stars.
Harry insisted on dropping us off directly in front of Henry’s house—although I would gladly have walked the remaining distance—and, after threading our way through the narrow streets of Key West, we arrived safe and sound at 1814 Peachtree Lane. We were out of the car in seconds flat, and stood transfixed as the Chevy disappeared down the street, the sound of clanging beer cans, echoing through the night. We heaved a collective sigh of relief, and headed up the walk to the house.
The structure was what is commonly referred to as a Bermuda house. It was two stories high, painted white, and sported a porch on each floor. All the windows wore full-sized shutters that actually worked – they were needed to protect the glass from hurricanes, or so we were told. The exterior was a bit rundown, and several of the louvered shutters hung like crooked postage stamps affixed by a drunken clerk. My watch showed four-thirty in the morning, and there were no lights visible as we stepped gingerly onto the rotting porch, which groaned in disapproval. Without the slightest hesitation, Trent went right up to the scarred front door, and knocked loudly. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, and stood off to one side. After a short wait, the door opened ever so slightly to reveal a small, slender man with curly hair. He was quite naked. He rubbed the lingering sleep from his eyes, as he stood nude in the doorway, his skinny form framed in the light from the living room.
What had I gotten myself into?
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