About Cocaine Bear by G.A. Girth
Bobert Service is a man with a small dick in a small town, forever shrouded by the shadow of his grandfather: renowned Canadian poet Robert W. Service. Even if Bobert was forgiven for not being a famous wordsmith of the 1800s, he has little going for him. That is until a particular bear with a particular craving thrusts him into the thralls of adventure. Together they work to upturn the cold criminal underbelly of the Yukon. It’s a perfect partnership: the bear gets its fix of the flakes, and Bobert gets the warm, fuzzy feelings of significance that he’s been longing for. All is gory fun and games until the RCMP gets involved.
And they’re pissed.
Because it’s their cocaine.
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Who am I and why should you care? Well, the answers are that I’m nobody and you shouldn’t, but since you asked, I’ll give you the short version of my story. I was born in 1990 in Red Water, Alberta. After finishing High School I spent a few years living in my car: a 1978 Ford Pinto. I lived off of bottles that I would find in the ditch and park her beside the 7/11 on the edge of town.
After a tragic accident, I was fortunate enough to get a job as a milk truck driver, but unfortunately, the bad luck didn’t stop there. One day when I was driving I was rear-ended again–this time by a semi-truck. I was wearing my seatbelt this time for some reason, and my milk truck flipped over. I was suspended upside-down slowly being drowned by the milk. The worst part of all this being I’m lactose intolerant. While I was being ‘milk-boarded’ I had a moment of clarity: I started to think that maybe it was my fault for constantly stopping suddenly on the highway. I also decided that if I made it out alive, I would pursue my dream of becoming an author. Spoiler alert: I survived, and now I live to pursue that dream! My first book? Cocaine Bear.
My hospital recovery was lengthy, mostly because I liked the attention and wanted to squeeze everything I could out of our great Canadian healthcare system (like the Kraft Dinner and juice boxes they kept giving me) but once I left I began working on my writing. It would be great if you joined me on this journey, and the epic saga that is Cocaine Bear!