The Devil’s Own Piss and Other Stories is a rollicking collection of thirty-odd stories full of devilish doings, Whiskey’d up mythology, crackpot history, and an abundance of altered-reality mayhem. Lucifestus the eponymous devil, is a hard-drinking, compulsive-gambling, square-deal-making, black-horned devil. He hangs out in bars, at racetracks, boutique sausage producers, and has been known to haggle during a martyrdom. Besides Lucifestus, there are the Trope Brothers, killer bees, ballpark organists, beef magnate and criminal mastermind Curtis Beefchip, post-apocalyptic hijinks, marooned space aliens, hard boiled detectives, ambitious Scandinavians, and more than one remarkable chicken. Jesus! Yep, he’s in there too.
If an f-bomb or two sets you to clutching your pearls, you probably need to give this book a hard pass. However, if moderate profane blasphemy in the service of dark, satirical, but ultimately good-natured humor sounds like your cup of tea, you’ve come to the right book.
Whiskey Leavins has lived a nomadic life. For him, the simple question, “Where are you from?” demands a longer answer than most people expect. He has misspent his youth in multiple cities and states both north and south of the Rio Bravo. But now he loves life in Santa Cruz, California, having taken up residence there seven or eight years ago. Despite possible objections from native lifers, he now considers himself a proud Santa Cruzian and wears Santa Cruz t-shirts darn near every day and anticipates living in the Cruz until he is no more. He relishes walks by the ocean and pretentiously reading at downtown coffee shops. But mostly, like the devil Lucifestus, the star of The Devil’s Own Piss and Other Stories, he enjoys a good dive bar, a good drink, preferably whiskey, and is an inveterate gambler.