SCOTT L ANDERSON

The alarm clock read 3:15 in the morning on a Saturday when the phone rang. It had been a long night of boozing and I had been in the midst of sleeping it off. On the telephone was my good old buddy Anonymous calling from some dive down in Tijuana, the sound in the background was deafening, it sounded like a Mexican Lynyrd Skynrd tribute band was jamming on Sweet Home Alabama. I had hoisted many a cold beer while I was in the Navy with Anonymous and we had touched base now and again throughout the years but I hadn’t heard from him since he had needed some sort of government protection. He drunkenly blabbered about how he had written a manuscript and wanted to try to “get it out there” as he said, without getting in a tight spot with his keepers. Irritated and feeling rather poorly I was still intrigued so I suggested that he publish it as being a fictionalized account of his rather hectic life. And that early morning, somewhere between a hangover and a bender, the idea of Snorting the Devil’s Dandruff was born. ***SCOTT L. ANDERSON has worked on the decks of ships as a sailor, unloaded cargo on the docks of Los Angeles harbor, walked the yard as a prison guard, and wrestled with lunatics during a stint as an attendant at a maximum security hospital for the criminally insane. His work has been featured in publications such as Suspect Thoughts, Plots with Guns, The M.A.G., Nefarious, and Loompanics, LTD. He has previously written one novel, Screaming Batfish Blues, a chapbook, A Dead Rose in a Pineapple Graveyard, and a compilation of short stories, Tales from the Blue Reptile. ***Anonymous picks up his mail at the Blue Fox cantina in Tijuana, Baja California, Mexico.***