Great Dog Shots to Brighten your Day-And a Free Dog Related Chapter

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God I love Dogs

Also-I wanted to include this free Chapter from Confessions of a Self-Help Writer that was about my dog Milo.

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-Los Angeles General Fiction Runner Up 2014 -USA Today-Best New Voice in Fiction -Great Midwest Book Fair-Best Visionary Fiction

-Los Angeles General Fiction Runner Up 2014
-USA Today-Best New Voice in Fiction
-Great Midwest Book Fair-Best Visionary Fiction

Loneliness

My dog was asleep by my head. Even dogs know how important it is to hear somebody else breathing. They say the average person only gets close enough to hear the breathing of seven other people, in a lifetime. It’s a lonely world. Girls make you freaking crazy sometimes. But a dog can save your life. My dog slipped gently from my embrace.

His obituary:

“Milo” Milosh passed through the gates of heaven. He was my son, my brother, and everything pure with the world. He died the way he lived, with a heart full of love and an unwavering desire to spread love in everyone he met and in everything he did. He was a flood survivor and a New Orleans native. He observed his birthday on August 29 as a remembrance of those who lost everything, and those, like himself, who were reborn out of complete devastation.

He had a tough beginning to life and was abused, although he never talked about it because, as with any transgression, he was quick to forgive and never dwelled in the past. He had lived on the streets and thanked God for every meal he ate and every day he had. He once bit a 160-pound pit bull in the face, just to prove a point: that the strength of one’s convictions has nothing to do with one’s physical size.

He rode in convertible Jaguars, Neons, and old pick-up trucks. He loved to travel and knew it was the journey, not the means, that was important. He sniffed and pooped on every college in Virginia one summer while on a road trip with my father. He didn’t hate education; but he believed you shouldn’t become anything just because you couldn’t think of what else to do.

He was often found sneaking over to St. Joe’s or Kasey’s Tavern on Sundays to comfort the lost souls who had dragged themselves in off the streets, after punishing themselves from the night before. He comforted people regardless of who they were or what they had done. He was a friend to the wild cats that lived outside my door and was quick to say hello. Near the end of his life he brought joy to children and would give his trust willingly and without question. He cared for my mom while she was sick and made sure she never sat still long enough to think about her illness. He knew gang members, porn stars, millionaires, priests, and politicians. Most importantly, he knew God. He set foot in every bar in New Orleans and every casino in the Southeast. He loved Mardi Gras!

Milo saved my life and how he did it he never told a soul. He knew the importance of a good nap, as well as the magic of kiss. He will be remembered by all whose lives he touched; he was the only creature on earth I have known who loved unconditionally, and who was thankful for every breath he was able to draw. I will see you soon my love, in this life or the next!

I’m alone again and Chicago is ending for me. I have pushed myself too hard and everything around me is crumbling. I’m getting death threats from bookies and cops are following me in the streets. I imagine my life is a bar. It’s quiet, between songs probably, without me. But the truth is, my existence, like that of so many others, is quickly forgotten.

ben and milo hair cut-high 2Used with Permission from Lagniappe Publishing

Copyright © 2014 by Benjamin DeHaven. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author and copyright holder except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review. For information address Lagniappe Publishing, Permissions Department, PO Box 1854, Midlothian, VA 23112.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

 Publisher’s Cataloging-in Publication Data

DeHaven, Benjamin W.

Confessions of a self-help writer : the journal of Michael Enzo / written by Benjamin W. DeHaven.

pages cm

ISBN: 978-0-9899126-8-6 (Hardcover)

  1. Diaries—Fiction. 2. Self-help techniques—Fiction. 3. Swindlers and swindling—Fiction. 4. Satire. I. DeHaven, Benjamin Wade. II. Title.

PS3604.E1227 C66 2014

813—dc23

2013957333

ISBN 978-0-9899126-8-6

ISBN 978-0-9899126-9-3 Ebook

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About bdehaven

DeHaven keeps his heart in Chicago and his soul in New Orleans-that's why he lives in Las Vegas. He holds a MBA from Tulane and a film degree from Columbia. Once ejected from a community college for arguing Frost's agenda in Birches, he has since written screenplays, traded futures in Madrid, and was Editor in Chief of the Nola Shopper Newspaper.(and enterprise Michael Enzo Bankrupt) He also has a "shout out" in a Jay "Z" Song. He and Michael Enzo were friends. http://bdehaven.com "A celebrity ghostwriter, you’ve never heard of, examining his own life of crushing addictions and alleged organized crime connections while struggling to present the truth behind our own behaviors." Author of Confessions of a Self-Help Writer (The Journal of Michael Enzo) the #1 Most Wished for Book of the Year on Indie Bound for over 14 weeks
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