Cowboys and Scumbags by Eric Michael Moberg
When I got the call to report to Human Resources, I thought great, my transfer. “Denied.”
The Chief wanted me out there on a horse, busting scumbags in Golden Gate Park. Because I was black, gay and a cop, they thought I was perfect for the job. Maybe for them.
Being from Oklahoma, everyone thought I was a Cowboy. I hated horses, I wanted to be in a car. Even more, I wanted to be a judge.
I lived with Grandma and we argued like a couple of eight year olds.
Grandma talked to her teddy bear – Luke. She would sit topless (had had a mastectomy), eating pistachios and watching TV. She would arouse herself with her own sexual descriptions, then call Lars, her boyfriend, who is supposedly in the Swedish Mafia to come over for some nooky.
When she said my sister, Maisha, was coming to live with us, I thought great, that’s all I need. She is a real prima donna rapper, and ballerina.
Weasel, my neighbor, had his daughter over for visitation. She wanted to make cookies, but Weasel was out of sugar and the grocery store didn’t open until nine o’clock. So he went next door to borrow a cup.
Grandma answered the door with a gun, because she saw it was the drug dealer from next door. She shot first, nine times, and never asked a question.
Who is the guy in the red cowboy boots? Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.
3 STARS – Would Recommend To Others
I won this book in a Goodreads First Read Giveaway. I would like to thank Eric for signing it for me. I like the cover, but it was the title that drew me in.
I debated between a two and three rating, but because I found myself laughing so much and being able to visualize scenes as they were happening, I gave it a three. When I looked at is as comedic, it took on a Three Stooges kind of flavor.
This is a fun romp through the mind of a gay, black cop, who wants to be somewhere else and be someone else. It is a quick read, with plenty of laughter.
I could just picture the texting of his sister, who apparently thinks the world revolves around her. She was so self-centered, she never gave anyone else a thought, unless she felt they could do something for her.
The Grandma is so far out there, I don’t know if she even exists on planet earth. I could just picture her, sitting in her chair, talking to “Luke” instead of Marcus, as if he wasn’t even there. Eating her pistachios, topless. I’m sitting here smiling as I think of it.
The characters twisted the facts of the plot to read the way they wanted it to, all the while Marcus is just along for the ride.
If you’ve got a couple of hours, or a couple of minutes here, a couple of minutes there, this one is for you. Light, easy reading. Some editing errors, but didn’t interrupt the flow of reading.
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