It began - as many stories do - with a small cowboy, a tin bath, and a goat.
Then, there was the business with the jelly.
And the thing with the jawbone.
Separate incidents, all tied together by a single thread.
A thread belonging to a sock.
Kirk’s sock.
Kirk’s special sock for when he is alone.
Which is often.
A sock that is now alive.
Confused.
Angry.
Crusty.
Love, Socks & Death is a tale that encompasses the meaning of life, of finding your place in the world, and the complex nature of love and friendship.
And death.
And bodily fluids.
Possibly a kiwi fruit or two.
