Choose Wisely to Kill

About the Book

The chase began after Deans, the CEO of a drug company, shot me full of the drug Haze and raped me while I was paralyzed.  Coming to, I burned Philip’s study to escape Acht and Tender, Deans’s goons. Alone, naked except for Lily’s coat, I sat in her VW, crying, listening to “I’m All Alone In Toledo”, a song that helped me back to reality. The worst was to come.

Time collapsed when Haze took my memory. Events lie in fragments on the floor of my mind: a salesman tried to rape me; Dr. Cynthia Kernel locked me in a mental ward as a psychopathic murderer.

The mental hospital saved me by allowing me to meet Cassandra and Ripples who have enriched me beyond what I can repay. Falling in love with Cassandra was easy – lovely, fragile, singing Ariel’s songs from The Tempest, using ESP to warn us of dangers.

Falling in love with Ripples, with her foul mouth and her multiple body rings, surprised me. I treasure her for her street smarts, her compassion.  Ripples was all courage and risk; she took me and Cassandra on a wild car ride on the frozen Duck River.

Without Cassandra, without Ripples, I would have died.

At least, I remembered the teachings of my old boyfriend, “Choose Wisely To Kill”. I love those girls – bastard sisters of Deans’s dirty poker. I think I’ll adopt them so I can face the other terrors in my life.

About the Author

Born in Montana. Educated in several universities here and in France. Graduate degrees in English and clinical psychology. Acting since the age of ten, I have written several plays, winning honorable mention at N. Michigan University. I have published poetry from Texas to Illinois and New York. I studied fiction at Breadloaf in Vermont and screenwriting at the International Film and Television Workshop in Maine. My scholarly work, The Insanity of Samuel Beckett’s Art is available on Amazon.com or on my site: www.rjstephenson.com. I teach fitness and the martial arts part-time while I write novels and screenplays. Jocelyn, one of my creations, expresses my philosophy to a young woman named Ripples. “The world needs wonder, Ripples. It needs wonder more than bread, more than water. The world needs wonder and heroism and courage. Otherwise we’re just flying from one island to the next, drinking Pina coladas.