Buy the book at Amazon right now (you can download a Kindle reader free for your PC or laptop, if you don’t have an actual Kindle [which I don’t]). An excerpt, involving Bol’s roommate’s dog and a reporter that’s come to interview Mr. Crawford:
“Eberhardt started nervously circling that corner of the couch that was a survivor. I knew what could potentially happen, but I didn’t want to say anything, because I had already been made to look like a bad person for locking it in a back bedroom, like a special relative.
All of a sudden, it hopped up on its two hind legs, mounted Westhoff’s leg, popped a full-on doggy boner and started going to town on Westhoff’s leg. It was one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever seen (but not for the same-sex nature of the attack, mind you). I can only imagine how it felt. No Boutros. Having that dog-rod repeatedly rammed into your leg like that, trying to impregnate the crevice between your calf and your lower thigh region.
Westhoff, to his credit, didn’t violently attack Eberhardt. Say this much about the man: He walks it like he talks it. He really doesn’t have a problem with dogs.”