Cold Dog Soup

Enter Latchmer, falling. An innocent abroad in New York City, he has a lot of problems: an anonymous job with Xerox; a childhood that vaguely troubles him; a hot date tonight with lascivious, one-handed Sarah Hughes. Then fate deals Latchmer a joker in the deck, and all his problems come down, apparently, to this: how to get rid of a dead dog. As Latchmer hits the night-time streets, his burden double-bagged in Hefties, little does he know what an incredible journey awaits him. It is an odyssey through hell and hilarity, guided by one Jean-Claude, a philosophically reckless Haitian cab driver who believes, quite rightly , that dogs have a far higher purpose in death than to enrich the soil. As his strange adventure unfolds, Latchmer suffers from a guilty and guileless compulsion to tell curious tales of betrayal. In the end, having sought to bury his shaggy charge in Central Park (all other options having proved unavailing), he finds himself face to face with his own unburied past.