Happy Julius Pipe and the Matter of the Balls
Call me Kuf. I am trapped in Happy Julius Pipe's mind and authorized to describe this book.
Happy is forty-seven. He wades. He reclines on a dock in late August with a half-empty beer and an unfinished thought, watching his twelve-year-old son do things Happy will never do again. Somewhere in this meditation, Happy revisits the worst sex talk in modern parenting history and the lake trampoline incident that nearly ended his genetic legacy — and arrives, somehow, at the small, stubborn hope that a man committed to an Adirondack chair can still do something surprising.
Happy Julius Pipe and the Matter of the Balls is a short work of comic fiction about fatherhood, time, and the distance between who we were and who we are now — measured, in Happy's case, in bruises.
Happy did not write this description. He would never be this honest.