Spike the Buddhist is the second book in the Spike short story series. From the hand written note's the author claims that his motor cycle accident and being taken in by Buddhist monks are a real even. Excerpt: I finally left my bed and wandered the halls of the monastery. The walls were an old gray, with pictures of bamboo shoots and writings I guess in Chinese. The monks passed me by all clasping their hands together and bowing. I had this weird feeling of being truly welcomed, not as a guest but actually as one of them. I stopped by a large open window, the hills were green, the men farmed the fields others sat in silent. The peace I felt was an overwhelming quiet before the storm riding. The fear I felt was just as strong because I knew the bliss was only temporary. The little boy ran from man to man laughing about something. Excerpt: A mother swan sailed across the pond with her young, the father not too far behind. The water was calm, clean and clear. Unlike me on the inside. I felt damaged, dirty near desperate for hope. I felt like I was plucked from a horrible life and dropped into a world of beauty but beauty that would only last so long. How odd, my birthday and I am watching fowl with a Buddhist monk. I asked Bubba how do I meditate. He said he did not know since he never seen me do such. Then he fell into a heavy laughter, which scared the swans off. I then asked how one breathes when they meditate and we both laughed. In a quiet voice that was foreign to his big frame he asked me what it is I seek in life. another place, another time my answer would be a new car, bigger boat and faster motor cycle. I quickly figured out how fucked u I was because other than toys I could not provide any other answer. After a few minutes of quiet Bubba walked off and the boy arrived.
About the Author: The Spike book series are a collection of novellas and novelettes written by F. Michael Christopher who was born in New York City. At a young age, the author developed a drug addiction that would plague him for the rest of his life. His addiction issues led to series legal battles and numerous stays in drug programs. Once old enough F. Michael Christopher left home and spent a significant amount of time traveling. At first, his ventures took him across the US but the bug was deeper and soon he made his way to Europe. When he first landed in Paris, the author claimed he found his home. However, Paris was no easy stay he continuously found himself on the streets and unable to survive. His road always led back to New York City. Like his addiction, he had Paris in his veins and when he was able to secure a bulk of money, he made his way back the 14th Arrondissement. When the family of the author learned of his death in his Paris, they quickly went to settle his affairs. That is when they discovered that F. Michael Christopher was a writer. There were over seventy hand written books of stories and on his computer countless novels, novellas and novelettes. When we began the editing process, we realized the writing was a raw and had a street style as if an outlaw was telling a story. F. Michael Christopher dropped out of school at the age of fifteen and we felt it was important to leave his writing in its original form and not corrupt the words with polish.