A fair piece into the 11th worst day of my life, I was running down the street at 4 a.m. with most of my clothes off. I had bright orange paint all over my chest, and my good friend Luie Grant's dick in my right hand.
That's not exactly right. In my hand I had a plastic cooler. Inside the cooler was a bunch of those chemical ice packs. In the middle of the packs was a plastic bag, and Luie's actual dick was in the bag. I'd been running for half an hour, and orange streams of paint sweat were rolling down my naked chest. I could hardly breathe or feel my legs. The hospital was still about a mile away.
When their plans to get laid are interrupted by revenge-crazed drug dealers, an angry goat, a bandsaw accident and setting a big-box store on fire, Max and Luie have to use all their guts and gumption to see the next day with all of their parts intact and attached. "Wingman" is the story that started it all, improved and made part of the Farkas Foxtrots series for your illicit reading pleasure.
Jason Brick started wrestling just after his 11th birthday. He has studied and taught martial arts for the thirty-plus years between now and then. His fascination with Japanese mythology began while training in karate and magnified while living in Japan. When not writing or practicing, he cooks, plays table-top games and tries hard to spoil his wife, two sons and cats in the lush and rainy Pacific Northwest.