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Jimmy was bought up right by his folks. Trouble is he listened to his Friends, always a recipe for disaster. He came from nothing, thought he knew it all, only to realise he knew nothing at all. With everything at stake he took the gamble of his life. The scales hung in the balance, poised to weigh the measure of the man.
EXTRACT 1
Marvin met Pra and Jimmy at a beach bar for a farewell lunch. After being comprehensively beaten by a gargantuan bowl of Vatapa, Marvin pulled out a holdall packed with herb and necked vials of O. They stepped to; clambering to the beach before the H kicked in. Slumped in beach chairs, Pra rolled a long necked blunt.
“Class A man, Yvonne know you smoke?”
“Where do you think I got it?”
“Mother-dick, that’s one hell of a bubble,”
Heads pasty, they started to drift, munching Sequilhos and carrot sticks. A group of topless girls played volleyball, it fell quite, “I must be dreaming.” They were off sky-high, two hours passed in a blink. A cabana boy hauling cold cans emerged. Marvin beckoned; icy cold refreshments delivered comatose relief, scintillating breeze gently coaxed sensation back to paralysed limbs.
EXTRACT 2
A car horn blew, they checked the mirror, popped breath mints and clambered into the cab. The driver was full of it but claims about loose girls at Dukes, got them in the mood. They pulled up directly opposite, hopped out, breezed past the bouncers and made straight for the top bar. The club was full but the dancefloor fashionably empty; no-one dare be first. That honour fell to the misfits, asylum Bunkie’s out on a weekend pass. Circle man, a thirty year old greaser in Travolta suit, fresh off the boat from Greece. His signature move, to pivot with toe round in a circle gradually working his way to 360, occasionally he would change direction to offer variation. They’d sit there trolleyed trying to guess when he would switch, ‘He’s the shit, fucking genius.’ Then another popped up ‘Snake’. Snake was Italian, wore a black pin-stripe and fedora. With arms pinned he would zig and zig in tandem; the right arm down, left up, fingers pointing straight to the floor; a flawless slivering reptilian. They lapped up the spectacle, thinking it complete but were in for a treat. ‘Johnny Sommers aka Johnny Boy,” appeared to complete the set. Johnny Sommers was a camp, pint-sized pop artist, Johnny Boy was his Dukes double. He would bunny hop into a Max Wall strut all with deadpan expression.
What Is Cherry Smack?
A – An Exploding Ninja Fish
B – Bubble Gum for Monkeys
C – An Interdimensional Pig Transporter
If you answered A B or C WELL DONE. You are off your face and perfectly suited to read this book.
