The Lennox Kid

By Vance Kotrla

This imaginative and touching story takes the idea of an angel on your shoulder one step farther, and illuminates the hidden world of spiritual bureaucrats secretly responsible for our consciences, memories, egos, pride, and the rest. Under normal circumstances, humans are never supposed to learn the truth, but Larry's had a couple of big slip-ups before, and desperate times call for...improvisation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vance Kotrla
• Release date: Aug 15, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476118062

Vance Kotrla

Vance Kotrla is a writer and musician living in Los Angeles. He is the singer and songwriter for the independent folk band Sci-Fi Romance. His last name is Czech, which is why it and vowels seem to have had a misunderstanding. (It's pronounced as though it had another "o" in it). Vance has written for film, print, and digital outlets, and blogs regularly about obscure and cult movies. He is a native of Houston, Texas.

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The Lennox Kid

by Vance Kotrla

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Copyright 2012 by Vance Kotrla

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When the cell door slammed shut on Taylor Lennox, it was probably for the best, but like the recording career of Buddy Holly and – cosmically speaking – life on this planet, his incarceration would prove short-lived. Ninety minutes after he went in, a uniformed cop led Taylor from the holding cell to a grimy room with a scarred wooden table, where his father and a high-dollar lawyer were waiting for him.

David Pollock, in a suit and tie despite the early hour, sized up Taylor, his client-to-be. It wasn’t tough. Taylor Lennox was twenty-one, twenty-two, the tips of his hair were frosted, he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days on purpose, and, because it was in fashion, he had the general appearance of someone forced to dress in a stranger’s closet with the lights out. His jeans could’ve been stolen from a hobo, though David guessed the kid hadn’t paid less than two hundred dollars for them. He sported a mish-mash of outerwear that read, from the outside in, suede jacket, open fleece zip-up, corduroy vest, and T-shirt. It was the T-shirt that did the