Publisher's Synopsis
It's a trash story, in clearer terms some might say that this text has questionable taste in the sense that it flatters low instincts. I am a novelist of stories, I do not tell stories where we admire a perfect world.
Bryan Tyler is a toxic male, the man all feminists hate. He comes from New York, no one knows why, he left this city, he seems to be fleeing it. The past runs after him, he doesn't seem to care. He travels from town to town, in search of a little change in order to live.
He is a writer, he writes poems that he reads at the back of old bars where a few people listen to him. He scribbles, and survives with difficulty.
He is convinced that a woman's buttocks are open to everyone, it's self-service. He feels their buttocks as if they were fruit, he wants to see if the merchandise is good. A fruit says nothing, it expects the same from ladies.
One evening, he ends up in a gay bar, he meets an incendiary woman, he wants to get on top of her. She's a sex worker, who sells her services on Snapchat. One hundred euros the monthly subscription, she reveals her buttocks, her breasts and her intimate jewellery. Guys spit out the dollars to masturbate to. She lives comfortably. She's not the type to be bothered by a guy in need of sex. It's Shirley. Subjugated, but, it's not open if you don't take out your tickets like a tubercular man his handkerchiefs. You must be a real cash dispenser.
At the start of this chick, he is disgusted that she has not succumbed to his charm after buying him a drink, if you offer a drink to a girl, it is to lie on it. Otherwise you quench your thirst on your own.
A few minutes later, leaning against the counter, he talks with David, a stranger, he finds him a little suspicious. he is effeminate, jewelry and showy outfits. Although he is wary of it, he stays with him. He likes things clean, there David is not clear and frank about his gender. He's a black man, in the company of one of his friends, a Chinese, he invites Bryan to have a drink at his house.
The harmful dude becomes the passive thing in the hands of the young black and Chinese. David rode like a donkey. His buttocks would remember. This is his first homosexual experience. The next day, when he gets up he realizes that he has trouble walking.
Leaving his hotel, he goes to the shop of a hamburger seller, at lunchtime, Édélia, a twenty-year-old brunette serves. A Latin brunette who makes her senses dance the samba. Her curves form an attraction, he can't touch it, she has brothers, a little crazy, it's a no-go.
At the hotel, a bar, the bartender is called Cyndi, a luscious redhead who drives me crazy. We are often in love when we are still relatively young.
David, after several meetings, offers him a deal. He needs someone to drive a truck from El Paso to Houston, at least around Houston, and they should come back driving another truck from Houston to Los Angeles. It's well paid. The one who stretches the money is a thug called Mario, he eats spaghetti with frenzy, and shoots amateur gay movies. It was while making one of these films that he met David. These are movies that people stream on dark web sites.
Everything should go like a letter in the mail. You stamp it, and you put it in the mailbox, the postman drops it off.