Blood, Guns and Whores

~An
All American Tale of a Boy and His Dog

Written and Illustrated by W.Ross Ayers

An SFWC Co-Publishing Studio Production 2011 by LND, inc. All rights reserved

Blood, Guns and Whores An All American Tale of a Boy and His Dog, is a coffee table novel made of
micro chapters and illustrations about a boy growing up in the small farming community of Blissfield, Michigan and on to adulthood in San Francisco. It is filled with edgy stories and equally gripping illustrations, art and layouts. This is not your typical novel. This is an object of art.

W. Ross Ayers
Goto http://www.BloodGunsAndWhores.com to read all the posted chapters and check out how this is cool and different. Or just buy the book to get the full rich experience of the illustrations, artwork, and story in the way it was meant to be experienced.

35. A Spanish New Year I had earned enough money to pay for the fees to go to France, plus five hundred dollars spending cash for the year. I got that by selling Kens car to Nicks little brother who had just turned sixteen. The year I was in France, I spent the week after Christmas in Madrid with Nacho. We stayed with his parents, his younger brother, and his younger sister in their twelfth-floor city apartment on the Paseo de la Castellana. His parents spoke hardly any English. I spoke no Spanish. I was just starting to put sentences together in French. Years before, Nachos mom had taught beginning French. She and I were able to piece together conversations. It was like we had our own private language. I really liked her. She was sweet and patient. Nachos parents treated me like one of the family. His brother and sister hung on me and followed me around asking me questions in broken English about the United States. Each day Nacho and I ran around the city with his best friend Javier. Javier spoke broken English at best. I just made hand signs and pointed. We all got along just fine. During the week in Madrid Nacho and I barely slept. There was too much to do, too much to see, too much fun to be had. Each morning Nacho would shake me awake. Somehow he always woke up before me. Dude, let me sleep. No time for sleep. We have things to do. I would get up from the floor of the bedroom we shared with his younger brother and eat breakfast in the small city apartment kitchen. After breakfast Nacho and I would meet Javier. The three of us went to museums and took pictures of paintings. The signs all said No Pictures Allowed.

We got kicked out. We climbed statues in front of the Royal Palace and took pictures of each other hanging from them. The tourists stared at us in shock. We took the metro, jumping the turnstiles, not paying the toll. Who could catch us? We were unstoppable. We went skiing in the mountains and bought weird spicy sausages on sticks from vendors standing in the snow. We took pictures of each other in the cold bright air on the side of the mountain, laughing. The three of us became best of friends. We drove around the crowded streets of the city during the cold days and danced in the small hot dark clubs all night until the sun came up. The end of the week quickly came. Ten minutes before midnight on New Years Eve we sat in the tiny living room of Nachos parents city apartment twelve stories above the street. Nachos dad poured dark red liqueur into shot glasses laid out on the small glass-top coffee table. He poured fruit juice for the kids. One by one he handed out the glasses looking at us straight in the eye, smiling. As the clock struck twelve we all raised our glasses and drank as one in silence. Feliz ao nuevo. Happy New Years, I added. Outside we heard pops and explosions. Nacho walked to the sliding glass door on the side of the living room and opened it. He lit a bottle rocket and sent it out screaming to explode in the darkness. We lit bottle rockets on the balcony and sent them all screaming exploding in the darkness above. The whole city flashed and boomed beneath and around us. We cheered and laughed. When the fireworks were gone the kids went to bed. Nacho and I took the tiny elevator down to the street and into the city. Thirty minutes later, Nacho, Javier and I walked along the snowy cold dark streets of Madrid on our way to a dance club. Large white snowflakes fell softly around us.

Groups of friends laughed and walked, huddled together in the cold on their way to parties. As the three of us walked together shoulder to shoulder I saw two skinny little boys standing on the corner ahead of us. They wore thin ragged coats with hand-sewn patches. I remember thinking that they should have been better dressed for the weather. In gloveless hands they held homemade paper party hats. When we got closer, the skinny boys held out the hats and started rattling in Spanish. I realized they were selling them. Lets buy some, I said. The taller of the boys handed me a black and silver hat. I liked it. Quanto poro eso? I asked pulling Spanish pesos from the pocket of my jeans. He held out some fingers trying to let me know the price. Theyre asking too much. We should keep going and look for a better price, Nacho said. Eso? I asked holding out a paper bill. Si, muchos gracias. He quickly took the bill from my hand and stuffed it in his pocket smiling. Gracias, I said. I put the black and silver paper hat on my head smiling. Stay warm tonight. Walt, you paid too much. You could have got it cheaper. He ripped you off. I thought it was a fair price. He needs it more than I do.

We stayed out all night dancing and hitting on hot Spanish chicks. We didnt sleep at all. The next day, I rode the train back to France exhausted. I smiled the whole way.

Blood, Guns and Whores An All American Tale of a Boy and His Dog, is a coffee table novel made of
micro chapters and illustrations about a boy growing up in the small farming community of Blissfield, Michigan and on to adulthood in San Francisco. It is filled with edgy stories and equally gripping illustrations, art and layouts. This is not your typical novel. This is an object of art.

W. Ross Ayers
Goto http://www.BloodGunsAndWhores.com to read all the posted chapters and check out how this is cool and different. Or just buy the book to get the full rich experience of the illustrations, artwork, and story in the way it was meant to be experienced.