I’m sorry, Mr. President.

Trader Dazz’s tale reads like a drugstore romance but offers your soul a taste of respite and a wager for redemption.

Welcome weary traveler. Your journey must have been long and emotionally exhausting. You see, for you to arrive here, there must be some dark stormy story that you’re trying to escape. That’s the only reason you are here. No need to worry. Trader Dazz is an oasis out of time and space. Come sit, dry off, I will warm you with some rum. Let me tell you a tale of a salesman, a bottle, a boy, and his bar.

Read the rest of the story in Polynesiacs: Tiki at Home, page 38.

Trader Dazz, Silver Lake, California

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