We have found our modern day Chaucer in the hands of the poet Charles Huckelbury. Here the baddest bouncer in the / baddest bar - Little David, part medieval knight, part Jesse goddamn James, part Leonidas before the Persians - narrates a series of tales that will leave you laughing and weeping at the spectacle of humanity in all its guises, from bikers to castaways, from strippers to real estate salesmen, from queens to dope fiends. Huckelbury finds poetry in the most surprising of places, and ultimately reminds us how the ache of loss keeps us searching for beauty and meaning.