Excerpt From My New Novella, ‘Mitzi and The Mishuggas’

“I stood there, inspecting her huge tits, which were staring back at me like two alien noses. All I could think of was to ask her, albeit absentmindedly, before we made love in the back seat of my Prius:

‘Do you have any IEDs?’

Not that she was a Muslim or even of Arab descent. I had just been on line for twelve hours reading every article on the war and I blah, blah, …………………………………….. “