Disclaimer: Not one vampire in this book sparkles.
When best friends Glen the Sasquatch and Barry the Werewolf make the front page of the local paper they have to leave town in a hurry. Can two hirsute drinking buddies survive step-mothers, sex cults, monster hunters, and each other in one monstrous cross-country road trip? It's Comic-Con or bust in this outrageous satire which does for monsters and horror what The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy did for sci-fi. Buckle up, BYOB and bring your Front-line for Hairy Bromance!
Comic-Con or Bust! decorated the door panels of the car.
“So much for not attracting undue attention,” Barry muttered.
“It’s going to be awesome!” Glen shouted and patted Barry on the back.
“Just get in the car, already,” Barry commanded. Glen did so. The car sank down on its shocks.
Barry got in and drove with all haste out onto Route Seven and picked up speed toward the interstate.
“Where’s Ollie? He’s not coming with?” Glen asked.
“No. He said he had someone special he had to meet.”
“A special lady friend?” Glen asked.
“I think so.”
“Lucky punk bastard,” the Sasquatch growled.
“Tell me about it,” Barry commiserated.
“Speak of the devil,” Glen said and pointed up into the night sky. Far above them, over the dark hills, Ollie flew hand in hand with a beautiful young vampire woman. They danced and swirled and came together in a kiss. Ollie pointed to the car, and both of the vampires waved.
“Oh, my God. I think that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen,” Barry said and wiped a sentimental tear from his cheek.
“I don’t know,” Glen said from the back of the car, “I don’t really go in for all that Twilight crap.”