Benevolence & Betrayal: A Love Story

Martians, nymphomaniacs, drug dealers, federal agents, and ghosts all partake in their share of heartbreak, suicide, murder, cocaine abuse, car crashes, and incontinence as pandemonium and infidelity run rampant in this era’s final installment of the B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. Chronicles; an era which drives some to psychiatric furlough’s, some to newly invested lives of crime, and some to the Missing Persons database. It is an era that Mahdakis finds his creativity drowning in an overwhelming wave of F.A.G.G. Metal music; music he feels threatens his chances of any musical future, as male musicians dressing like women, are now the only ones being signed to recording contracts because genuine women are inexplicably drawn to them and their hokey love songs.But perhaps this is merely an excuse he uses to rationalize his apathetic behavior towards growing up and becoming a responsible Human Being; denial shrouding any chance of clear thinking, as the only real drowning being done is that by his own hand; drowning in a self-made sea of scotch and LSD, accentuated by the formidable, yet intoxicating, sexuality of Jezebel Crowley, as their love hits a volatile peak in a no holds barred wrestling match of the hearts. But, caught up in the intensity of his passionate frenzy, he injudiciously underestimates his opponent’s will and desire for independence...and victory. For Jezebel too, finds herself trapped in the same furious liaison of orgasmic euphoria from which she secretly desires no escape....but unlike him, begins to understand the dire consequences if she does not.Desperate to remember himself, he returns to The Mountains for answers.

Let me preface by saying I’m not a so much a writer as I am a guy who writes. Before I wrote The B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. Chronicles(tm) novels, I wrote music. Before I wrote music, I wrote some poetry. And before I wrote poetry, I would graffiti the bathroom walls in junior high school. Each stage of my writings merely being the most convenient platform of attention at the time; meaning also, that when I was touring in rock and roll bands up and down the east coast, I wasn’t so much a musician as I was a guy who played music, using that platform as a means to make myself heard and furthermore, understood as a human being. The B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. Chronicles(tm) are putrid little stories depicting delightfully grotesque chain reactions of teenage and young adult misadventures, spawned by ridiculously absurd notions of self-worth and aspirations of future greatness. While the stories themselves are overall products of my demented imagination, they do tend to run a close parallel to actual events, or at least general behavior that was........or could have been. I do hope that this spattering of words gives you a few laughs, a cry, an arousal, or amuses you in some way, shape or form; but most importantly reminds you, that you are not alone with your little idiosyncrasies and odd personality traits because The B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S.(tm) really do exist...... ..＂..and we’re out here.................doin’ stuff.＂