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).