The Road To Key West
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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 under- stood 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 BOOK, BE SURE TO GET THE SEQUEL - BACK ON THE ROAD TO KEY WEST. DUE OUT IN LATE AUGUST, EARLY SEPTEMBER 2013
night, we snuck in, popped open the safe, and made a couple copies of his “special books” before putting them back. Mames had made more deals than General Electric, and he had some names in his pocket that, when it came down to it, would sell him out or take him out in a heartbeat. But the best was yet to come. Mames was scheduled to publicly announce his mayoral candidacy for Key West directly after the trial. There had been a platform set up in front of the courthouse with American flags
said with the same condescendingly earnest tone you use when the dog pees in the right spot. As we slowly backed away and moved off, the voice in the shadows was still moaning, “Cõno! Cõno! Cõno! Thas it! I’ne dwena buy bullettes. I’ne dwena buy real pluckin’ bullettes!” We ran the final distance and entered the bar two minutes late. Still, our timing was good. Little Mike and two of his buddies were just marching across the barroom toward Will, who was dangling helplessly from the gaff hook on
eating conch fritters! Think about it! That’s Summerland Key—the little goony golf place and Coco’s Cantina. There’s a motel just on the other side of the street—Sindy’s Seabreeze Apartments. I’ll bet you dollars to donuts that’s where he’s been staying. You know what else? It’s Halloween tomorrow night and there will be a street party to beat all street parties on Duval—free-flowing booze, half naked girls, and live music from about dusk until dawn. I just know Sundance wouldn’t miss that, man.
listened for a moment. “That’s smashing, see you soon.” Immediately after she hung up I saw an uncomfortable look in Will’s eyes. He glanced at me and I knew something was wrong. One of Will’s unique qualities was that he had the hearing of a Basenji. It had to be something about the phone call. He looked at me again and stood up, pasting a pleasant smile on his face. “Well, why don’t Kansas and I get some ice and a bottle of rum—to get the party started.” It was a well-done facade, but I
gum! No cigarettes! You gonna die right now!” As he brought the gun up to his shoulder to fire, Angie, who was standing just a step or two away, did the strangest thing. She reached down and pulled up her t-shirt up, exposing her breasts. “Hey, what to you think of these?” she said, while shimmying seductively. I have to admit the move took both Villadosa—and me—by surprise. There’s just something about a shapely pair of breasts that can be purely distracting. Villadosa glanced over at her and,