World of Hurt Chapter 25 will rock your world it's a Catch-22 "Even now, as he waited outside the Mission president’s office, Arden couldn’t get Suzy Creamcheese out of his head. She was so wild, so free, so unlike any girl he had ever met in his 19 years on Earth. She was from Salt Lake, or might be, but he never got to ask if she was Mormon, or had been. He had heard of LDS girls going wild after moving away, even engaging in prostitution." Go to www.worldofhurtvegas.blogspot.com for more of this riveting novel.
World of Hurt dives deep into Shakur murder and the dark side of Las Vegas
By Patti Pietschmann
Each chapter in World of Hurt makes you want to go back for me and this one doesn't disappoint.....
"A detective at Shakur’s bedside was still trying to get him to say something about the encounter that was about to kill him when the rapper took his last breath.
Shakur’s last words, said the detective, “Fuck you.”
Randy took a deep breath. Nearly 20 years later, Shakur’s murder was still unsolved. Not calling in the original traffic stop that night was a big mistake. It was a mistake that Randy swore he would never repeat."
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Chapter 17 World of Hurt by Richard J.Pietschmann is filled with surprises....in the 1960's....
.... a crowd outside the Whisky that they met a wild-eyed kid with a strange magnetism, unkempt thick dark hair and leather pants in the summer heat. Scribbled pages poked out of a pocket and an open beer bottle protruded from another. His unfocused gaze looked somewhere only he could see. One arm was around a girl who looked no older than 16. She held him, probably helping him stay upright.
Arden walked up to them.
“Hi, I’m Arden,” he said.
The kid turned his head toward Arden, but his distant stare looked past his shoulder.
Reasons were never given to justify any mission call, but Arden Montgomery had a pretty good idea why he was sent to Los Angeles. He figured it was because he loved the same music that had drawn so many rootless kids to the same place. LDS leadership hated that music, of course, the way they despised all the ills and evils of the gentile world. But the Twelve Apostles were shrewd enough to sense an opportunity. With his known passion for Dylan, the Beatles and the rest of that godless music, Arden seemed like the ideal missionary to convert searching young people who loved the same music to the church.
