Less and less
The rooster shaped weather vane was bent and in that, Fredericks recognized Satan extending his finger into the farmer’s order, similar to the three headed dog pissing against a hell gate post. What the salesman didn’t know: The bending was caused by a buzzard blown sideways during one of the violent thunderstorms on a late summer afternoon years before. Fredericks studied the mark, there always was one, a message for him alone, the signal to proceed with his sales call.
Cold Sale, J. Jupes
Novels
Hidden in the Mountains of East Tennessee, eleven-year-old Rodney goes about the business of being a boy during the summer of 1970. In the playground of his grandmother’s overgrown garden, he bears silent witness to the relentless cruelty of a teenage psychopath.
WRITING AS J. JUPES
It's 1982. Rodney Pepper, a socially inept college drop-out, heads to New Orleans seeking to engulf himself in despair and abject misery in the belief this will lead him to Wisdom. . . As he looks for work and moves between dilapidated downtown rooming houses, he is preyed upon by agents of the city’s underworld and bears witness to ancient buccaneering atrocity.
He looked like you’d imagine some tired old salesman would look, vague twinkle in both eyes telling whoever answered the door here was a fella that liked people.