Would you like to purchase an unsigned copy of Mr. America on Amazon?
Finally, after nearly 2 years in the making you can purchase a copy of Mr. America! You can get a signed physical copy from me here or a Kindle version here.
The unsigned paperback version is not yet available on Amazon. However, Volume 1 is here, and it's
real, there's more to come, and it's so much better than we ever dreamed!!! Enjoy! ♥ ♥ ♥
Sire is wearing a new silk white suit that his assistant picked up from the Well Dressed and Arrogant Man's designer clothing store. His lapel is bedizened with a very small casual violet-colored flower. His French cuffs are adorned with a pair of stunning white diamond cufflinks. Sire feels as handsome as he was when he was only eighteen years old. He curses the thought, that his old age of thirty-five might make Mr. California consider him to be a tarnishing beauty – he shoves the thought into the back of his mind before moving on.Sire stares deeply into Mr. California's eyes while he waits patiently for the somewhat baffled looking Mr. California to respond to his question regarding the wine. While he waits he imagines that they will have a beautiful marriage:Mr. California is wearing a very exquisite black tuxedo as he stands at the altar when the doors to the cathedral open and the wedding music begins to play. Sire's suit is like the one he's wearing in the restaurant in reality, except that the suit shirt of his dream is made of the finest silken lace that the orient has to offer. Sire's crown glistens in a halo of light as it surrounds him while he floats ambrosial-ly down the isle toward Mr. California, who is wearing a crown every bit as dazzling as Sire's own.The wedding guests are sitting within a thick dream-fog and there's a pleasant fluttering of transfixed whispers: whispers of perfection, whispers of elegance, and above all whispers of the incredible ever-lasting beauty. The cathedral is aglow with ethereal love.
The priest begins to speak, "We are gathered here today to celebrate the love between the two most stunningly attractive men to ever exist anywhere during any time period… ANYWHERE… throughout all of time, and throughout the Multiverse.""Amen," say the guests as the priest makes a long speech about the many joys involved in being so beautiful, the blessed union of such beauty, and the responsibilities of joining two extremely powerful beauties together." Sire imagines this part of the ceremony should be rather encouraging – and long – as he wants to be sure everyone in the audience is aware that he is the other most beautiful man, and that his man is his beautiful man, and that together they will rule the Multiverse as the two most beautiful men, and responsibly! Yes, they will be responsible with their beauty.The priest concludes the ceremony with:"And do you Sire, love this man more than you love yourself?"
"I do," says Sire.
"And do you, John, love this man more than you love yourself?"
"Oh no, I would prefer not to," says John.Sire snaps back into reality, "What's that you said? I'm sorry… You would not prefer a drink? Not even a glass of their most expensive champaaaaaagne?" he says in his most alluring and tempting voice. Mr. California is confused. He's not sure what to do. He decides to err on the side of moderation. "Well, really after what happened at the pre-pageant beauty briefing I thought you'd appreciate my sobriety. These are sobering times. I suppose if you're insisting, and I wouldn't want to disappoint you Sire, I'll have a white wine spritzer, three ice cubes," says Mr. California with his most charming beauty-speaking voice.To be continued…
Mr. California has read and reread several rules on the Beauty Basics Rules list. He's mumbling up a verbal storm as he climbs the stairs, reciting phrases from the rules list to the best of his memory ability: "Why, who would have ever thought such things about missiles and blooming flowers - making people go mad?!"
He follows the recitation of his elocution lessons with a rhythmical beauty-confidence pep talk, "Isn't it lovely when I can rhyme, on time, every time, on the dime," followed by, "Don't I seem grand when I'm properly tanned." He continues mumbling beauty-mnemonics all the way up the long staircase to the top of the tower.
Mr. California opens the stairwell's door and smoothly glides across the floor to the sushi restaurant's hostess stand. "Hello, Mr. California, what a delight it is to have you here for lunch. Our condolences about the recent beauty pageant tragedy."
Everyone knows about those less-fortunate drunken animals! How embarrassing! thinks Mr. California as he tries to cover for the other contestants, for the pageants sake, "Yes, these things do happen," he says in a snotty tone to let the hostess know that he thinks she is inferior and that her attempt at conversation is therefore unwelcome; and so, he sweeps what he believes should be something kept quiet right under the rug. Also, he doesn't wish to look as if he is being chatty with the restaurant's staff when he is trying to give Sire the impression that he is the next fit ruler of America, the impression that he is clearly better than all other people; an obvious choice for Sire's vote-cast for the competition.
As the hostess leads Mr. California to Sire's table, he examines the style of the room: a swanky 1940's atmosphere with subtle Japanese accents. Round booth-style tables with red velvet seats face the windows, which harbor a slowly turning view of the Las Vegas City skyline.
The entire restaurant is slowly spinning with felicity, as they not only have a marvelous ever-changing view of the city, they also have a view of the very distinguished Sire Wills, who is handsomely sitting in what appears to be a slightly larger and more elegant booth – which, unlike the other tables has had a vase of white roses placed on its center, as part of the ambiance that Sire hopes will set Mr. California's heart aflame.
Mr. California notes that Sire is wearing a very expensive-looking white suit. He hopes he's dressed elegantly enough as he approaches the table while watching Sire sip from a glass of white wine. A test! thinks Mr. California as he strut-glides to the table with a beautiful smile upon his attractive face.
The hostess seats Mr. California at the table as Sire and he share a knowing look – a silent greeting between themselves - while they await her departure. She'll be bringing back water along with a menu for Mr. California. "Why not have a wine, John?" says Sire as soon as the hostess leaves. Indeed, Sire would really like to get Mr. California tipsy and loose. Sire wants to get John excited and bubbly for their wonderful day out together.
To be continued…