Who Killed Art Deco?
A Novel
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THE VICTIM
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Arthur Deco Junior was behaving like Euro-trash.
He was spending his trust fund on drugs and drink, cavorting with weird, freaky friends, and wearing bizarre clothes. Art Deco had let his hair grow down to his shoulders. He wore an earring in one ear. Strange objects dangled from his neck. He had put on weight. He looked nothing like his original self. Friends of his family had no idea who Arthur Deco Junior was when they passed him on the street in New York, and therefore didn't report his bizarre behavior to his father in Bowling Green, Kentucky.
Art roamed all over the East Village with half-wit friends until the wee hours of the morning, zonked out of his mind on alcohol, assorted narcotics, and hallucinogens inhaled, injected, taken down the throat, and up the ass. When the evening had finally gone belly-up, the drugged heir to a monstrous Kentucky fortune would hitch a ride back to his Park Avenue duplex apartment with the first available garbage truck going his way. T ... read full excerpt from: Who Killed Art Deco?: 'A Novel ebook
