The
place wasn’t quite as packed as The Bull and Whistle, but there was a
good crowd gathering in the back around a long, narrow table. It had a
fluorescent light above it, with a notice that read:
Touch a crab during a race, get “The Hook” for 10 minutes
(And you buy all runners a drink)
I
noticed that in one corner of the bar there was a huge gaff hook
attached about six feet up the wall, and there, sure enough, was a guy
dangling by his collar. I took another look around and realized the
clientele was distinctly different from the last bar. There were a lot
of burly-looking bikers, and biker chicks with that hard sensuousness
that says I can suck the chrome off a handle bar, but when I’m finished with you, I’ll sacrifice you to the god of Harleys. I
felt like I should instantly go get a tattoo and come back later.
Actually, I was on my way out when Will grabbed me. “Crab races, man!
Let’s watch the crab races!” He was already stumbling in that direction.
A
race was just about to begin and all the “runners” (guys and girls with
crabs—wait, let me clarify that—all the guys and girls who had entered
crabs in the race, regardless of their present hygienic afflictions)
were gathered around the track. Will was almost to the table when he
stepped on a piece of discarded lime and stumbled into a long-haired
girl in a saffron halter top and white bellbottoms. Her crab went
flying, hit the ground, and Will stepped squarely on it. There was a
crackling, squishy sound, followed by a collective gasp and the room
went totally quiet. The only sound was the jukebox in the back, playing a
Creedence Clearwater Revival tune.
I see the bad moon rising.
I see trouble on the way…
Someone in the background whispered, “That was Little Mike’s crab.”
I thought, No, that was the cute little girl’s crab, and besides, if it’s Little Mike’s he’ll just have to accept an apology. Suddenly,
the men’s room door swung open and all eyes riveted on it. Silhouetted
in the doorway was this little guy in Dockers and a T-shirt, curly hair,
somewhat frightened eyes. Ahhh, Little Mike. I’ll take care of this.
I see earthquakes and lightnin’
I see bad times today…
All
of a sudden, a huge hand from behind the door swatted the little fellow
in the back of the head, knocking him halfway across the bar. Then this
“thing” stepped out—much like a shaved gorilla on steroids—hair pulled
tight and braided in a long pigtail down his back, one really
fierce-looking eye (the other gazing upward, glazed, and
indifferent—very spooky), ice pick acne, dressed in blue jeans, chains,
and tattoos, roughly six and a half feet tall.
The
crowd opened up, the little girl put her hands together. “I didn’t do
it, Mike!” She swung around fiercely, and pointed at Will, who held the
broken remnants of his future. “He did it! He knocked Little Charlie out
of my hand and stepped on him!”
Don’t go around tonight
Well, it’s bound to take your life…
I thought, Oh my God, the damned thing had a name! Sweet Lord, we’re in trouble—or Will’s in trouble, which
made me feel guilty, but better. Will, being a sensible, intelligent
person, did the only thing he could; he began pleading for his life,
babbling about buying Little Mike a new crab, several new, larger crabs,
or a new Harley, then lapsing into “Please don’t hurt me! I loved
Little Charlie!”—then back to a new crab with a tattoo of his choice, or
a dog—a dog would be good. Suddenly I found my feet moving toward them.
I don’t know why. I was telling them to stop, but they just weren’t
listening. Little Mike picked up a pool cue with no intention of playing
billiards, and I was suddenly facing him, standing in front of Will.
The
Road to Key West is an adventurous/humorous sojourn that cavorts its
way through the 1970s Caribbean, from Key West and the Bahamas, to Cuba
and Central America.
In
August of 1971, Kansas Stamps and Will Bell set out to become nothing
more than commercial divers in the Florida Keys, but adventure, or
misadventure, seems to dog them at every turn. They encounter a parade
of bizarre characters, from part-time pirates and heartless larcenists,
to Voodoo bokors, a wacky Jamaican soothsayer, and a handful of drug
smugglers. Adding even more flavor to this Caribbean brew is a
complicated romance, a lost Spanish treasure, and a pre antediluvian
artifact created by a distant congregation who truly understood the
term, “pyramid power.”
Pour yourself a margarita, sit back, and slide into the ‘70s for a while as you follow Kansas and Will through this cocktail of madcap adventures – on The Road To Key West.
IF
YOU ENJOY THIS NOVEL BE SURE TO READ THE SEQUEL, "BACK ON THE ROAD TO
KEY WEST" (To be released in late August or early September, 2013)
"Jimmy
Buffett should set this tropical tale to music! The best Key West
stories can only be written by those who have lived here, and Reisig
expertly captures the steamy, seedy, beautiful allure of the islands.
“The Road to Key West” takes readers on a hysterical journey through the
humidity and humanity that only exists in the lower latitudes. And much
like the Keys in the 1970s, it’s a hell of a trip.
—Mandy Bolen, The Key West Citizen
—Mandy Bolen, The Key West Citizen
"The
Road to Key West" combines the dry cleverness of Lewis Grizzard, the
wit of Dave Barry, and Reisig's impeccable sense of timing. It's an
action-packed, romantic, charming, hilarious take on the ‘70s and its
generation. A must-read!
—John Archibald, Ouachita Life Magazine
—John Archibald, Ouachita Life Magazine
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From
the best-selling author of “The Road To Key West” comes a sequel
guaranteed to take the reader even higher – another rollicking,
hilarious Caribbean adventure that will have you ripping at the pages
and laughing out loud.
“Back
On The Road To Key West” reintroduces the somewhat reluctant
adventurers Kansas Stamps and Will Bell, casting them into one bizarre
situation after another while capturing the true flavor and feel of Key
West and the Caribbean in the early 1980s.
An
ancient map and a lost pirate treasure, a larcenous Bahamian scoundrel
and his gang of cutthroats, a wild and crazy journey into South America
in search of a magical antediluvian device, and perilous/hilarious
encounters with outlandish villains and zany friends will keep you
locked to your seat and giggling maniacally. (Not to mention
headhunters, smugglers, and beautiful women with poisonous pet spiders.)
You’ll also welcome back Rufus, the wacky, mystical Jamaican Rastaman,
and be captivated by another “complicated romance” as Kansas and Will
struggle with finding and keeping “the girls of their dreams.”
So
pour yourself a margarita, and get comfortable. You’re in for another
rousing medley of madcap adventures in paradise, with “Back On The Road
To Key West.”
IF YOU ENJOY THIS BOOK BE SURE TO GET THE THIRD IN MICHAEL’S SERIES; “ALONG THE ROAD TO KEY WEST”!
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EDITORIAL REVIEWS
Michael
Reisig takes us back once again to the Key West I wish I had known –
and that others wish they remembered more clearly. Kansas and Will are
back in “Back on the Road to Key West,” with their trademark penchant
for sultry sarcasm and sun-drenched excitement. Once again Reisig
captures the character of the Keys in a way that proves he’s been here –
and perhaps done that. No one wraps us in humidity and surrounds us
with saltwater like this guy, whose tales of the tropics draw us
constantly back to their welcoming, yet provocative shores. -- Mandy
Miles, The Key West Citizen
Having
lived in Key West in the late '70's and early '80's, at a time when Mel
Fisher still hunted the Atocha, shrimp boats filled the harbors, and
‘square grouper’ were still an abundant species, Michael Reisig's Back
on the Road to Key West, transports me back in time. Will Bell and
Kansas Stamps face an assortment of ruthless antagonists and chase
adventure with the abandon of the era, and whether you lived it or not,
don't miss the chance to now. Vivid imagery, strong prose and an
exciting plot make this trip with the boys worth taking. Enjoy the
ride!"
-- John H. Cunningham, author of the Buck Reilly Adventure Series
-- John H. Cunningham, author of the Buck Reilly Adventure Series
Stumbling
their way in and out of trouble and fortune, Kansas Stamps and Will
Bell continue to be the idols of what every true Parrot Head imagines
real life in The Keys would be -- full of spontaneous adventure. What a
great read!
– Bryan Crews, former president, Tampa Parrot Head Club
– Bryan Crews, former president, Tampa Parrot Head Club
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WHAT IF YOU DISCOVERED A DEVICE THAT MADE PEOPLE TELL THE TRUTH?
Fast-paced humor-adventure with wacky pilots, quirky con men, bold women, mad villains, and a gadget to die for…
Fast-paced humor-adventure with wacky pilots, quirky con men, bold women, mad villains, and a gadget to die for…
In the third book of Michael Reisig’s captivating series, Florida Keys adventurers Kansas Stamps and
Will Bell find their lives turned upside down when they discover a truth device hidden in the temple of an ancient civilization. Enthralled by the virtue (and entertainment value) of personally dispensing truth and justice with this unique tool, they take it all a step too far and discover that everyone wants what they have.
Will Bell find their lives turned upside down when they discover a truth device hidden in the temple of an ancient civilization. Enthralled by the virtue (and entertainment value) of personally dispensing truth and justice with this unique tool, they take it all a step too far and discover that everyone wants what they have.
Seasoned
with outrageous humor and sultry romances, Along The Road To Key West
carries you through one wild adventure after another. This time, Kansas
and Will are forced to wrest veracity and lies from con artists, divine
hustlers, and political power brokers while trying to stay one step
ahead of a persistent assembly of very bad guys with guns.
In
the process, from Key West, into the Caribbean, and back to America’s
heartland, our inadvertent heroes gather a bizarre collage of friends
and enemies – from a whacked-out, one-eyed pilot, and a mystical
Rastaman, to a ruthless problem-solver for a prominent religious sect, a
zany flimflamming sociopath, and a Cuban intelligence agent. In the
end, it all comes down to a frantic gamble – to save far more than the
truth. So pour yourself a margarita and settle back. You’re in for a
high intensity Caribbean carnival ride!
NOTE:
Much of this book was originally published as a novel of mine called,
“The Truthmaker.” But with the growing popularity of my “Road To Key
West” series, I decided to rewrite it and publish it as “Along The Road
To Key West.” – Michael Reisig
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Genre - Caribbean Humor, Adventure
Rating – PG
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