Jack is thirty-five and single once again. He is not, as he as quick to point out, going through a midlife crisis. Still, it would be nice to have a partner.<br><br>So he sets out on an adventure to find the one-time love of his life, Bing, a man he hasn't set eyes on in more than fifteen years, a man who has seemingly vanished off the face of the planet. With the help of his family and friends -- plus the family dog and, of all people, his high school bully -- he goes searching for Bing, only to unearth an ages-old mystery that puts them all in grave danger.<br><br>In this hysterically funny tale of romance and self-discovery, the question remains right up to the surprise ending: can we return to our past in order to create better our future?

Midlife Crisis

He flipped open the most recent album. I guessed we’d be going in reverse. “That’s the spirit, Jack!”


An hour later, and here’s what we’d come up with:


Greg: big dick―both the adjective and the noun, the former trumping the latter.


James: professional magician; fun at parties, not so much when he disappeared with his assistant, never to be found again―not that I looked all that hard, mind you.


John: nice looking guy, but so many issues he could’ve been sold at the newspaper stand.


Matthew: mamma’s boy; went home every weekend, with or without me―mostly without. Though, truth be told, I liked his mom better than I liked him. The lady, after all, made a mean lasagna.


Monroe turned and looked at me. “Maybe that’s your problem: James, John and Matthew. Looks like you have a penchant for dating disciples. We find you a Latino named Jesus and you’ll be good to go.”


Chapter 3