The Lone Surfer of Montana, Kansas
Let’s Go For A Ride!
Davy explains:
I’ve always drifted around the country a lot, and perhaps what I love most about this kind of travel are the brief, fleeting moments of crossing paths with strangers—a truck-stop waitress, kids at a basketball court, a guy who’s broken down on the side of the road and needs a jump. These little exchanges, I think of them as found moments; just like the notes from FOUND Magazine, you get a little glimpse into someone else’s life, enough to make you wonder about the rest of their story. I’m real big into writing stories, and a lot of the time it’s a found note or one of these tiny moments—a stranger I’ve blundered across for an instant—that sparks an idea for what I want to write about. Read on…
Davy shares stories of his vast T-shirt collection.
A story set in rugged Albuquerque of a teenage boy who falls in love with a girl whose journal he’s stolen.
Davy’s funny and oddly affecting phone-sex odyssey.
Davy wakes up in lower Manhattan wearing only a pair of dirty socks.
