A Four-Part Series
By W.K. “Jake” Wehrell
You will NEVER have read a book like this! I GUESS I JUST WASN’T THINKING is a compelling tale of one man’s battle with a personal shortcoming; an honest and revealing account of a uniquely driven life. His head-shaking array of adult activities include a proud beginning as a Marine Corps carrier-based pilot, being hired by the CIA, and later flying covert missions for shadowy figures and foreign governments. These often ill-advised activities result in him appearing in TV documentaries, his photo in weekly news magazines, and residences worldwide; including everything from a bougainvillea-draped cottage on the French Riviera to a bamboo cage in Laos.
It is a riveting, intimate, gender-centric (and personally embarrassing) first-person memoir. It will be hard not to be rooting for a very average Roger Yahnke as he stumbles his way through increasingly critical (but deserved) predicaments; from Bangkok to Madrid, in the jungle and in the desert, in the cockpit and in the bedroom.
Becoming part of this decades-long and soulful tale you will quickly and unavoidably find yourself a reluctant arbiter—unable not to levy judgment on Roger’s continuing pattern of questionable behavior; perhaps morally bound to condemn him, in spite of his heartfelt efforts to bond with you and justify his actions.
Not until the last chapter of Part Four does the long-awaited startling consummation occur; a stunning enlightenment that will more than validate your time spent with Roger.
Although it well could be, the impact of the Series is not so much in the white-knuckle action, intriguing venues, or colorful characters, as it is in its keel beam—the torment of an unremitting curse. Even with the most voluptuous and eager partner, each (pleading to the gods) attempt begins with failure. Thus every contemplated activity—besides its actual merit, is weighted as to its likelihood of finding that one woman with the right chemistry to unlock his manhood!
The series is a frank and intimate narrative of this condition’s all-embracing mastery of its host, and the crushing embarrassment of Roger seeing yet another perplexed and disillusioned female. To the dismissal of all else his desperate quest is to know what all other men take for granted. The tale then relates the resultant plight, the skewed perceptions, flawed decisions and zealous undertakings it evokes.
This work is dedicated to my (numinously conceived) savvy kids,
who in spite of my flagrant and prolonged absences
have grown up to be accomplished professionals,
loving parents, and unremittingly supportive of each other.
I would say, all thanks to their great mother.