Lucky Shot: a novel of sex, death, and photography is a snapshot of a journey of self-discovery. They call me Lucky. My parents that is, they called me Lucky when I was a kid. Anyway, there I was, in my late thirties, wondering what the hell to do with myself. My dad, my girlfriend, my dog, my job, and my best friend; all were gone. For one reason or another, I'd lost them all. I stayed in Santa Fe. I tried to work, to keep the homestead fires going, but, well, like I said, it was a rough year. I packed my bags, threw everything into the crew cab of my 1983 Nissan truck, and prayed she would take me further than Eldorado, the one in Santa Fe, that is. With camera in hand, I looked for a new life. Is this what they call a mid-life crisis? The stories told through Lucky's candid photos are of the basic human struggles that most of us face: betrayal, loss, fear, friends who lie, and lovers who cheat. Look through Lucky's camera and join this archetypal journey of crisis, departure, and return. The trip is at times funny, evocative, and heartwarming.