Wednesday, November 14, 2012


Amazing Excerpts From My Book...Chickens' Butts And Coconuts
Chickens’ Butts and Coconuts may sound like a bizarre title,
but try singing it to the tune of the “William Tell Overture”.
Doesn’t it grow on you? If your answer is no, try “Ebony and
Ivory”. Does that work for you? No matter. Because, when
you find out the deep, dark story behind chickens’ butts and
coconuts and the sad, frightening tale that only I can tell,
you will say, hmmmm.
In this book you will occasionally find primitive-style
cartoons. Leave them alone! Do not try to touch them, pick
them up or play with them. If you leave them alone, they
will leave you alone.
By now you must be wondering why would an
intelligent, sensitive young man write a book like this?
That’s where I’ve got you! An intelligent, sensitive young
man didn’t write this book. I did!
Man, when you’re raised in the filth and squalor of the
Clinton-Peabody Housing Projects; in the suffocating heat
of South St. Louis, you end up in the State Penn, dead, or
a writer, or maybe a carpenter, truck driver or a
proctologist.
Hunger? Ha, I know hunger like I know the bottom of
a pool table.
Roaches? Roaches were my playmates. (Although, I
have to admit it took them a while to learn Yahtzee).
Crime and Violence? Crime and violence were my
school teachers. (Mr. Crime and Miss Violence).
So why am I writing this book after all these years?
It is not for the money. It is not for the fame. No.

My only wish is that one day after I’m long dead, someone picks up this book and says, “This is the weirdest stuff I have ever read! That! Yes, that is my goal!



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