Welcome back, everyone. I’m still experiencing some delays in producing the Otherside audio book. From issues with Findaway Voices to new issues with Author’s Republic, the release of Otherside audio book has been pushed back and back and back.

I wanted to release it last Halloween, Halloween of 2020. My new goal is Halloween 2021. That gives me about a month to have everything resolved and approved, so fingers crossed.

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A man witnesses a murder. The deceased speaks in riddles. Vertigo settles in….
Adja wakes to learn he’s got the mojo. The old woman teaches him the ways of Voodoo. He must stand alone, under the guidance of Bear, against Snake, a villain, a murderer, an innate force, but there are other forces amidst the crack between the worlds.
Are you brave enough to journey…to the otherside?

J, a childhood friend, and I were celebrating his new business deal. The real estate market wasn’t exactly booming at the time, but a little luck, and the right connections, graced J’s pockets quite nicely. In turn, he had invited me to spend a few nights in New Orleans.

“Once the sun drops below the horizon, a man can find just about anything,” he said to me with a crooked smile.

It wasn’t even five minutes later that we sat in our room, gawking at the hired women. They writhed in pleasure from the mere touch of my hands. Soon, the voluptuous, young ladies polished off our alcohol. Inevitably, I produced something else for them to polish, but J was displeased with the dwindling amount of liquor.

“Seriously, dude, I don’t want to see that,” J grumbled with a shake of his dark, bald head.

He fumbled at the nightstand for his wallet while I zipped up. “Heh, sorry,” I chuckled. “Didn’t mean to put you to shame, bro.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he slurred, obviously at the limit of his tolerance.

I walked over to get my wallet instead.

“Just go get more booze,” he added, holding back a laugh.

I licked my lips before taking it upon myself to gallivant away from the promise of sex in order to purchase more spirits. As it was, I had just taken a bump and was reeling from the white powder. A walk down the street might clear my head. Truthfully, muddled minds were always a thing of beauty for me back then.

I had no shirt on and was only wearing a pair of old, blue jeans. My cowboy boots made me stumble; the weight of fine leather and thick heels was uncomfortable. After a wink at my woman, I stuck my wallet in my pocket, secured my belt, and clunked out of the room. A look back revealed the dilapidated old apartment building then doubling as a hotel.

“Party-hearty,” I mumbled and tried to focus on my new task.

The boots I wore caused a degree of pain without socks, but it was too late to turn back. After all, I had managed to get myself down two flights of stairs. Blistered ankles were the least of my concerns, but damn did the leather chafe something fierce.

As I continued staggering down the street, I noticed the sounds were intoxicating, or rather I was intoxicated, and the street sounds became a melody of lewdness, lasciviousness, eroticism, and debauchery. I laughed to myself, smiling all the while at the street women who threw eyes my way.

They were flabby, but wore revealing clothing; teeth were missing, and their hair was a tangled mess. Just finished up with a few Johns? Ah what the Hell do I care? I ignored my inane, mental ramblings. My stilted pace through the glow of orange streetlamps required what little focus I maintained.

My face was numb. I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands. For a second, I thought back to those voluptuous breasts waiting, beckoning, up in my room, but I turned a corner and found myself in the alley next to the motel. Blue dumpsters sat along the red, brick walls. I stopped for some unknown reason. For the first time in my life, it seemed I had no thoughts; my mind was a total blank, and I felt my lips droop as I stood there.