Hello to my readers:

I have mentioned previously my cell mate, Orville, whose body odor was way beyond normal. I have written a fantasy story about him and want to share it with you. It helps a little to share the story, even if I can't actually send you a sample of the smell. Good news for you!

Here is part one The Saga of Orville Highpockets Jarrett -

Introduction: How Orville came to be in prison.

Orville came from a small town called Loose Screws, West Virginia, population eleven. In the spring of 2007, he decided to venture out from the secure nest of homes and hitchhike to Bollywood. Of course, no one ever told him that Bollywood was in the country of India, clear across a lot of water. He had made up his mind that once he had made it across the great Ocean of the Mississippi, he would be at his destination, scott-free.

His luck was with him that early June morning, when a hog farmer driving a ‘57 Chevy truck picked him up. Unfortunately though, his luck didn’t hold up very long as the hog farmer drove south instead of west. Before the night was over with, Orville was stranded in the city of Roanoke, Virginia.

Already broke and very hungry, Orville came across the strange sight (to him) of the Golden Arches of MacDonald’s. (In Loose Screws, the restaurant was only called Donald's. The Mac part and the Golden Arches had not yet arrived.) He smelled food! For the next week he would sleep out in the woods during the day hours, and after the MacDonald’s closed at midnight he would discretely venture out to go dumpster-diving behind the store where he would find boxes and boxes of Chicken MacNuggets. As he made his way back to his sleeping nest in the woods with his stomach filled with fried golden nuggets, he told himself that he never had it so good. 

       But the Sisters of Fate would soon urinate on his parade, and he was arrested for loitering. He was given a forty year sentence to serve, one year for vagrancy and thirty-nine years for funking up the city with his body odor. An odor that five years later still lingered in the nostrils of the good folks in Roanoke.

more to come . . .