Marie loves meat. And sex. And revenge. She hates vegetables, and her father. She needs cash for the hit man, a biker who fears only the water.
Casey wants a bong hit. And to move out of his mom’s condo. And to keep his head attached, which becomes less likely after Marie sets him up for murdering her lover.
The Gas Hat takes a gleefully twisted look at fringe-dwellers in blissful Marin County: Wise barflies and dumb criminals. A profane mother and evil cats. A pragmatic poet and a self-proclaimed artist of oral sex. The result is a stoner-noir tale of seduction, delusion — and the comic joys of self-medication.
"Redolent of the Big Lebowski and Pynchon's high California weirdness," says Washington State Magazine.
"Dark, witty, quietly surreal," says the Examiner.
"Wonderful mix of literary crime fiction and dark comedy that will keep you on the edge of your seat ... unless you laugh so hard you fall off of it," says River City author Frank Zafiro.
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