Juan Arias is a gifted fifth grader with a passion for photography. His goal is to someday be a staff photographer for National Geographic magazine, but he has given up on his dream. Now an adult, he is an unfulfilled computer programmer.
When Juan dresses up as the Easter Bunny for his nephew’s party, he winds up having a life-altering accident and becomes a freak, a medical marvel. As he tries to pick up the pieces of his shattered life, Juan uncovers evidence that can help convict a suspected murderer hellbent on unleashing the most addictive drug known to man.
Still battling the side effects of his accident, how can Juan prevent a murder and help catch the lunatic. When everything is stacked against you, and life unravels, how can you hope to survive? How can the very worst day of your life be the best day for your eternal soul?
“This is not a fairy tale…as you’re reading along don’t be surprised if you smile often and even laugh out loud. Diogenes is a great story teller.” – Fr. David McBriar O.F.M.
Me: How do you like my new book cover, EB?
EB: Hmmm, well, it’s much better than that crappy cover you had before. I guess it doesn’t stink anymore.
Me: Wow, EB that means a lot to me, especially coming from you.
EB: Yeah well, it only took you two years to listen to my advice.
Me: Is there anything about this cover you don’t like?
EB: Actually, the guy’s nose looks like it was drawn by a four-year-old.
Me: It’s not supposed to be a realistic nose.
EB: Well, you got that right. Did a four-year-old do this new cover of yours?
Me: No. I thought you liked it.
EB: I’m liking it less and less now.
Me: I don’t understand. Why?
EB: It’s just…
Me: It’s just what?
EB: It’s just that it reminds me of a really bad nightmare I had.
Me: What happened in your nightmare?
EB: It was too horrible for words, I don’t think I can talk about it.
Me: Go ahead. Sometimes it helps to tell your nightmare to someone. Then it doesn’t seem so bad.
EB: I don’t know.
Me: Come on, buddy. We’ve been friends for a long time. Tell me about your dream.
EB: OK, but let me get a fresh carrot first. I think I’m going to need it.
Me: OK, so what happened in your nightmare?
EB: I was in this tiny booth. It had curtains on three sides and there was a piece of paper.
Me: What was on the paper?
EB: It had four words on it and I started to tremble. Then my trembling turned into uncontrollable shaking. I could not breathe. I woke up screaming, soaking wet from sweating.
Me: Wow, EB, that’s terrible. What were the four words on the piece of paper? What did it say to make you have such a horrible panic attack.
EB: There were four words and two little circles. There was one little circle in front of a pair of words.
Me: Sounds strange, EB. What did they say?
EB: The first little circle was followed by the words Hillary Clinton. The second little circle was followed by the words Donald Trump.
Me: If it’s of any consolation EB, I’ve had a similar nightmare.
EB: Does this mean it’s the end of the world?
Me: I’m afraid it’s worse than that, EB.
EB: What can be worse than the end of the world.
Me: Having to listen to political coverage on every channel of the questionably civilized world.
EB: Is “questionably” a real word.
Me: Who cares EB. It’s the end of the world.
EB: Here, have a carrot it will take the edge off the apocalypse.