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.