Frank Trautman

As found in the Louisiana Wonderland, this is the story of Iris who is red and rosy and soft everywhere from her hair to her fuzzy slippers to the heart and her sleeve, and Frank, who has a head full of spiders and a broken watch in his inside coat pocket. They live in your town, probably. Perhaps you can find them in that juke joint under the railroad bridge off Eight Street. It's a tale of love and drugs and more drugs amongst the lost twenty-somethings in the lure and blur of life on the Strip.