The Dunning Of Harley Nesbit

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What would it be like to wake up one morning under a bridge and not be able to remember who you are, how you got there, and only snippets of your past? This is Harley’s predicament and it’s a mystery he seems incapable of solving on his own…This is where an impish street maven comes in. His name is Dusty, and he’s all too familiar with the besotted Harley, who’s as put off and perplexed as he is intrigued by this queer little man…Things soon change, however, and somehow between the two of them they manage to unravel Harley’s past in a most unorthodox way…Brace yourself, because this is going to be one lurid journey that will shock your socks off! And it all comes to a completely unexpected end!...Be warned: THIS IS MATURE READING, but if you enjoy a compelling mystery and you have a strong stomach, then proceed at your own risk!

CHAPTER ONE

Presently he attempts to crash the main gate of another hotel where his egress, though more courteous, is just as swift and fixed.  Once  again:  access  denied.   This  seems  to be his general  case, which begs the question: How came he whence?  What shot the constellation  of  his  once felicitous circumstance out of the sky?  What  subversion  befell  him  that  he now trudges through the streets,  wretched  and  besotted,  in  the  riggings of a former life which, still faintly visible in his comportment he could, nevertheless, be presumed to have savored some measure of prosperity and social standing?  What makes despair and peevishness his most redeeming qualities at best?  Though  most  assuredly  no  member  of  the Chapel Royal or  the  grand monde, this was his circumstance.  It appears  non sequitur.  Alas, he cannot tell;  he  doesn’t  know  himself.  He has  drunk  deep  from  the  River  Lethe;  deeper  still  from the bottle, and  there  are  wide  gulfs  in  his  long  memory,  wide  rifts  of  nothingness,  which  are  only  now  beginning  to  repair themselves through desultory recollections and foggy, disjointed dreams…

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