The Beauregarde Affair
Growing upside down in the Nineteen-Seventies A slice of life from a time gone by, a story of youthful folly, of stumbling cluelessly into the gaping maw of the age of Aquarius and living to tell the tail. Um, tale. A transplanted Yankee longhair living in nineteen-seventy-something Atlanta, young Mr. T finds himself wrestling with naked commie roommates, toothless rednecks, flatulent dogs, gun-toting silversmiths, Indian fox-spirits, conniving neighbors, hot Swedish blondes and basically the world at large. Mr. T and his wastrel buddies inhabit a dilapidated Tudor on Morningside Drive, the best side of town. Blots on the landscape, they go about their idle hipster ways with slacker abandon. But there’s change in the wind and Beauregarde, a hognose snake with appetite issues, is headed their way. Beauregarde’s entrée into the wayward household heralds the beginning of the end of a decade as well as the collapse of the Morningside household. It’s all turning into one big fat nasty hassle, a hassle that Mr. T is haplessly doing his best to avoid. Surrounded by the lunacy of his so-called friends, foes, neighbors and a Noah’s Ark of incarcerated animals, he’ll be lucky just to make it through the month. Reading like a post-pubescent stateside Adrian Mole on shrooms, this is a ribald tale of hipster youth in 1970’s America, the way it really went down.