Behind the Wheel is a tale of being had, drinking, debauchery, Mexican drug cartels, downward spirals, redemption (upward spirals), and dreams turning into nightmares. There is fishing too.
The rough outline of the story is a fictionalized tale of a guy I may or may not know who went to Mexico to teach English while hoping to stumble upon an existence more closely resembling a meaningful life. Instead he found himself in a job -surreal in its absurdity and in a city plagued by violence and terrorized by three warring cartels.
All this guy wanted to do was surf, fish, and love whatever ladies were willing to love him back. He wanted to dine on ceviche and camarones a la diabla and drink cold beer every night. Of course that’s not how it went and instead he sprouted a few gray hairs, threw more than a couple bottles at walls, and may have even broken a chair and lit a coffee table on fire.
I won’t tell you if the guy made it out alive or if his head lies north of Torreon with a limb or two and other body parts scattered at other cardinal directions along the outskirts of that specific desert city found in the state of Coahuila.
If you read the tale, it’s likely you’ll laugh. Nick’s been known to conjure a chuckle or two and some situations he and his mates find themselves in could conjure just that as well as cause uncontrollable shaking of the head.
But forgive Nick for his excesses and for some of the verbal diarrhea he spewed and thought sounded good at the time. Especially the political stuff. He’s off that shit now or at least he was the last time I heard from him. I’m not sure of his fate. (Nick, if you’re out there, please drop a line and let me know if you’re all right. I’m not angry anymore).
Anyway, I enjoyed the tale when I first heard it and wouldn’t have reproduced it if I hadn’t. It’s better than a lot of that other mierda out there right now. I think so anyway.
Behind the Wheel is set for a January 2013 release through Musa Publishing.