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 thought to call Monroe again, but figured one session a day was enough. Besides, he’d suddenly become way too sage for my liking. When I got home, I’d make sure to force-feed him some sugary soda. Coke withdrawal, it seemed, was a real bitch―for me, that is.


So who did that leave? That, of course, was a rhetorical question. I mean, there really was only one person left, one person who knew my story, one person who was involved, however tangentially. And so it was to him that I turned to once again.


Did I miss Dave? Fine, I missed Dave. Did I care for Bing? Fine, I cared for Bing. Was I confused? Yep, that’s yet another rhetorical question. Anyway, I needed advice from someone not so closely associated with me. Someone who wasn’t Ma or Monroe. So yes, I called Dave.


“Nice to hear from you, Jack,” he said.


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