Bubble Eyes Publishes “Day Drinking at the Mall, Book 2 The Water”!

Anders Flagstad’s new novel Day Drinking at the Mall Book 2 The Water available now on Amazon-Print Paperback and Amazon-Kindle and Smashwords (and about 2 dozen other ebook sites) floods its way into the world, and it’s (like Book 1 The Fire) STILL all about a guy named Rabe, Rabe and only Rabe. So what’s all the ongoing hoola about this Rabe character? What else IS THERE to say?

Well… Pull up a chair (again) (like we did for Book 1) and cock an ear (again) in our direction and we’ll attempt (again) to explain the matter – or rather, Rabe himself will attempt to explain it. So. Rabe Schuyler Johnson, a (young) man known by MANY NAMES, some of them even repeatable in polite company, was not enjoying being KIDNAPPED, no matter how much fun the kidnappers tried to make it out to be, yes, whether by train, plane, bus or runaway wheelchair, being kidnapped came down to the same, boring thing – you had to do what the KIDNAPPERS wanted and not what YOU wanted and that was a BIG HONKING MAJOR problem for The Rabester – losing your precious freedom was a life-changing event folks, and Rabe hadn’t asked to have his life changed, thank you very much, he liked his life just the way it was, with him in the driver’s seat, (well mostly) and the car going in the direction he wanted (well, some of the time), and his hands on the steering wheel (well, sometimes his hands were on the steering-wheel-of-his-very-own-life, right? – shoot! – at least a few minutes each day, huh? c’mon!), well.. anyways… them kidnappers of his DID NOT seem to understand the basic insupportability and the even more basic contradiction of being kidnapped when you are a Son of Freedom (and had a personal motto/mantra to prove it – It’s All About Freedom, Baby!) – and the fact that they also seemed to be Ancient Greek Gods DID NOT seem to ameliorate factors to any extent on top of that, and when you added sarcastic, judge-y mooses, flash-mob Bollywood spectacles on the streets of major European capitals, sadistic militarily crazed bodybuilder flight attendants and bus drivers who speak in Zen riddles one minute and dis you (accurately) the next, well… when you add all that to the mix, the mix gets interesting, in a painful, sob-inducing sort of way, so, come on down and follow ‘Ole Rabe here as Rabelicious attempts to navigate said dire straits and even attempts to enjoy them straits some too.

Bubble Eyes Publishes “Day Drinking at the Mall, Book 1 The Fire”!

Anders Flagstad’s new novel Day Drinking at the Mall Book 1 The Fire available now on Amazon-Print Paperback and Amazon-Kindle and Smashwords (and about 2 dozen other ebook sites) makes its fiery way into the world, and it’s all about a guy named Rabe, Rabe and only Rabe.

So what does this Rabe character have to say for himself? Well… Pull up a chair and cock an ear in our direction and we’ll let Rabe explain Rabe as only Rabe can. Rabe Schuyler Johnson, your average 21year old, gay, West Texan boy, known as Shy to a few and as Hey You to many others, could not be sure of much in this life, but he WAS sure of one dang thing – he had a motto and he knew how to use that motto and that motto always was and always would remain – It’s All About Freedom, Baby! – YUP! – there it was! FREE was what it was all about, at least it was what HE was all about, free was how he rolled, how he rock-n-rolled that is, but he was finding out (the hard way) that this July afternoon FREE was not going to be helping him out ALL THAT MUCH, especially when a guy like Rabe was having an unfortunate Close Encounter of the Religious Kind with an ancient Greek god in a parking lot out behind his favorite (and only) neighborhood mall, and MOREOVER, Rabe was having said encounter JUST AS Rabe was on his way towards a serious (and pre-planned) yet nevertheless totally IMPROMPTU drinking binge involving bottomless margaritas at an out-of-the-way Mexican place in the mall food court, well, when that epiphanic, deity-dense intervention OCCURRED on his sorry behind (in a big way) (we’re talking LARGE people), well, as that incident SMOTE upon Rabe, Rabe just had to sit up and take notice (if not roll on his back and show his belly), now didn’t he? (of course he did!), so yeah, things got real, in a real quick way in Rabe’s world right after that, and you know, as it turns out, Rabe’s picture-perfect, gay, West Texan lifestyle ended up NOT being all it was cracked up to be, NOR was his motto as useful and all-encompassing as he’d supposed, AND Rabe was also quickly realizing that the Universe was a heck of a lot more SARCASTIC and MEAN than he’d ever been taught in Sunday School, so, yeah, not the best of days for The Rabester. huh? Follow Rabe as he’s played with (painfully) (and casually) by a Bored Universe that MAYBE itself is just out DAY DRINKING and is looking for some ACTION and something to FEEL and happens to find a (mostly) innocent RABE to experiment and feel upon (so to speak).

Bubble Eyes Publishes Anders Flagstad’s New Novel “Super Karma”

Super Karma tells you all you might need to know about a certain SoCal gentleman named Dare and what happened to said Dare one hot July a couple of years ago. What exactly happened, you ask? And why should you care? Well… You’ll just have to read Super Karma to find out the entire colorful, pain-filled history of that July. Let me just tell you this much, though. This Darius Johnson, Los Angeles citizen, well, he’s a guy like any other guy. He loves his husband, is a prisoner to his mortgage, hustles like a crazy man at work, lives for sweet freedom on the weekend, does his best, yeah, he’s not an idiot with his karma. He figures what goes around REALLY DOES come around. He’s a responsible guy. But what if he were responsible, all of a sudden, for EVERYBODY’S karma? Suddenly, unfairly and overwhelmingly? What would he do then? What would you do then? There’s only one way to find out.

Bubble Eyes Publishes Anders Flagstad’s New Novella “The Late Heavy Bombardment Begins on Tuesday”
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The Late Heavy Bombardment Begins on Tuesday asks the reasonable question: how many times does a guy have to die before you finally get to live a little? The answer’s not as obvious as you might think, especially when rubbery, greasy, garlicky-smelling lips are kissing your chest. But Alfred Pilger (our protagonist) has a few thoughts on the matter.

Bubble Eyes Publishes Anders Flagstad’s New Novel “Bone Sliding”
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Bone Sliding mixes up fathers and sons and death and life, but not so obviously that you’d notice it right away. Life is serious and love is mysterious, so they say. Sometimes the most important things happen when you’re not looking.

Bubble Eyes Publishes Anders Flagstad’s New Short Story Collection “Circles and Wheels”
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Circles and Wheels defies description – but we’ll try anyways. We’ll do it for your sake. And we’ll do it just because we’re generally polite that way and we’d really like to introduce you to Anders Flagstad’s new book. In another one of those cities on the edge of the continent (SF, LA, and SD being the big three – this time we’re talking about SD – San Diego), although the weather may be monotonously predictable, life often is not. Sometimes that’s a good thing, sometimes not such a good thing. Anders Flagstad’s new book is a book of short stories about an innocent apartment complex in downtown-ish San Diego, and the innocent and less-than-innocent people living there. Everybody has a story. Everybody has a life. So do buildings. We think we see buildings, we think we see people and we think we know them. But we don’t. Not really. We see what we want to see. What actually goes on inside – kidnapping, murder, love, death, betrayal, unwashed dishes, parties crashed by homeless men, drag queens leaving their apartments without a sun hat, it would shock and amaze you. Or at least some of you. At least the group that doesn’t live on the edge of the continent. At a minimum, it’s always interesting to watch these edge-of-continent people though, through Flagstad’s eyes, however briefly, and see what goes on in the neighbors’ apartments, late at night, or at high noon, in back of closed and locked doors or hidden behind carefully pulled and fully-extended window shades, especially when said neighbors don’t know they’re being watched.

Bubble Eyes Publishes Anders Flagstad’s New Story Collection “Spare Parts”
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Spare Parts is a lot of haphazard answers in search of some accommodating questions. In a city on the edge of the continent – in a place where the real and the surreal melt in a foggy fondue and everything is possible – on streets where homeless people get heckled by defunct Roman Emperors, where lovers tell their futures by deciphering tattoos and Death is just one of many tenants barely making a living out of transient hotels, in such a city, what would it take surprise someone?

Spare Parts is book one in the series Principal Parts – a set of interconnected books and characters about San Franciscans and how they got that way and what they do to stay that way and where they expect to go with all this stuff they’re doing.

Thad Says Parts Is Parts (And Thad Is Right) Hits the Streets…
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Anders Flagstad’s new novel Thad Says Parts Is Parts (And Thad Is Right)  – is OUT on Amazon (paperback and Kindle) and Smashwords in a dozen plus electronic formats.

Bubble Eyes Publishes Anders Flagstad’s New Novel “Thad Says Parts Is Parts (And Thad Is Right)”

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Anders Flagstad’s new novel Thad Says Parts Is Parts (And Thad Is Right)  – soon to be available on Amazon – is a screwball comedy of errors straight from the vaults. Literally. It’s an adaptation of the Roman playwright Plautus’s comedy Epidicus, but set in 21st century LGBT San Francisco, and asking the often agonizing and perplexing question “Is it possible to be rich, gay, San Franciscan and happy, all at the same time?”

Many are those who ask. Few are answered. Even fewer remember what the question was when the answer hits them squarely between the eyes with all the subtlety of a rapidly swung two-by-four.  Eddie Stone – the hero of this and his own story – he happens to be one of those few people. Eddie ends up, as you can imagine, with a very sore head.

And of course, it all takes place in The City – the city by the bay, San Francisco.