Let's get wild and crazy. This whole thing started with my novel, Death on the Wild Side. Back then it was just the two of us, Lori being a wild and very beautiful stripper who worked the St. Louis Metro East Clubs. But then we started this group, the Lost Angels which meets in the Lost Angels forum. We all have off the wall handles like Crazy Czech who appears above with me in his war paint singing karaoke. Of course, I'm pretty normal here. But this night, the night this picture was taken there were four of us, led by a twenty-one year old stripper named Jade and we must have made four or five strip clubs in East St. Louis and something like four other bars. Which reminds me that I've been kicked out of more than two or three strip clubs and the only way to get back in was to go in disguise.

Well that Lori was just about the wildest stripper to ever work in East St. Louis. Been kicked out of more strip bars than I've taken baths in the past month. You can read a couple sample chapters and you can check out the novel. Unfortunately, you can no longer but it.  Jack's moved to Thailand so he is no longer in a position to ship it to you.

After Lori you would have thought I would have learned my lesson and stopped hanging out with strippers. But I didn't. Still hang out with them and glad of it. And the worse part of it is that our group the Lost Angels not only hangs with strippers but has many dancers with us.

People have asked me when I'm going to write a sequel to Death on the Wild Side. I suppose the Lost Angels forum is a sequel--in a way. It is much more than a chat group or message center. Our members get together for some serious partying from all across the United States. We visit topless clubs. Dancers visit us, travel with us, and we look them up--often from far away for they are among us, all of us traveling together that zany same road of life.