Where you been, Where you goin?

With apologies to Joyce Carol Oates, I thought I'd write a bit about where Surf City Acid Drop has been, and what's coming up (in prep for tomorrow's new Chapter).

Where's the damn surfing?

Well... I always imagined that Luke Fischer's world has a soundtrack drenched with a Dick Dale-ian vibe. That being said, the metaphor of trying to ride the waves increasingly becomes part of the story (as does that nasty Acid Drop).

So what's happened thus far?

So literary of me to throw in a "thus". Luke got his ass handed to him by the not-so-charming Mr. Charmer, and drowns his sorrows in his favorite bar, the El Rayo Verde. He notices a brunette in the shadows, and to let you know, she will be popping up again, asking more of Luke than a tilt of his Pacfico. Luke's sometime employer/friend Benno asked him to ride shotgun over one of his two-shades too dark business deals. Things go bad, and Luke has to go all Samurai with his pool cue to settle things down.

Luke decides to get the hell out of Dodge, or at least PV, for a few days. He leaves the Hotel Esperanza, and is met by the street kid, Leon, who tells him about a backroom deal of Benno's that he was part of. Suffice to say, we will be also seeing more of Leon.

And where are things headed?

Luke is headed toward his other favorite hang-out in Mexico, the town of Melaque. While he is escaping the pool-cue swinging, bathroom cold-cocking, ways of PV, he is about to get hired by a familiar woman in search of a missing family member. Luke is always the first to declare he is not a detective, and yet he finds himself with a case – one that is going to send him on the run, right out of Mexico.

Art galleries, thugs with odd names, and dead bodies, are just a few of things Luke is going need to surf through. Oh, and some good soup, and always good beer - even reluctant detectives need their leisure time.

New Chapter tomorrow - thanks for reading.