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

I nodded. “Yeah, but since when is that person you?”


He coughed. “Since that person stopped being you.”


Again he had a point. “You have a point.” Which was scary, seeing as Monroe rarely had a valid point, let alone two back to back ones. “So now what do I do? I have no leads and Howdy Doody is regularly fucking me in a single bed. If I go home, he’ll probably go home, to his home. Then I’m literally back to where I started from.”


“No,” he said. “You had an adventure. You know more about yourself than when you began. You rekindled a long dead flame. You’re happy again. Maybe it’ll stick this time.”


“Or I could come back worse than when I started, having lost the thing I’d been searching for, then found, then lost again.”


“Big Sur is only a few hours away,” he said. “Bing is geographically challenged; he’s not dead. And who’s to say he won’t leave Big Sur and come home with you? Have you thought to ask him?”


Chapter 51