What hysterical novel are you using as a model for this trilogy?When can we expect publication?Hobo Jungle
Roger, not sure what your question means. Could you clarify?
This is a section from the first novel which takes place in the early eighties.
“Xanadu Lounge, baby. Here we come,” Greg shouted at the windshield and started drumming on the seat back. He’d insisted they all squeeze in the front, Greg in the middle, one arm behind each of them. It made Neal a bit uncomfortable, but he didn’t want to be rude. “Pammy, you think maybe Eastern Dude can find himself some fresh squeeze at the Lounge?” His quick smile was an assurance of good intentions. “Dude, there’s nothing like the Xanadu, but it’s like Russian roulette, man, believe me, you never know where the bullet is hidden. Lemme explain so you’ll be prepared, if you know what I mean.” He pushed in the cigarette lighter, rose up on his haunches and fished a bent joint out of his pants. “Man, we absolutely must spark one.” The lighter popped and he ignited, inhaled, passed it to Neal who shook his head. Greg’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief, but undeterred, he continued, his voice constricted. “One night, right, after this hard-ass day behind the camera, I’m at the Xanadu. I spied out this statuesque creature of love with a warm, fetching smile, so I like, whipped over to talk to her.” Greg winked at Neal, took a big exhale, the smoke roiling over the dash, then snaking out the windows. “I know Pammy don’t smoke, but you too, huh? What’s with you New Englanders? Some twisted puritan Pilgrim thing? Damn, Dude, what you’re missing, what you’re missing, but your call, right? Anyway, after more drinks, I’m heatin’ up like a cherry bomb, and she’s obviously all eager beaver—totally sweet and sexy. ‘Let’s go, babe,’ I said, and she just licked her sassy, sassy lips.”
Pam took a corner faster than necessary, the tires complaining, the three of them squashed even tighter on the bench seat.
“Now, now, Pammy, no feminist dander. Cool it, right. No preconceived notions.” Another deep inhale, the coal hurrying toward his lips. “So we’re at my place. I get her shirt off, actually she does it, and her breasts leap out all fine, too crazy fine. I’m all over them, and trying to pull her dress and undies down, but it’s all no go, which surprises me, signals being the reverse, you understand? I’m drunk so I figure I musta missed something. But finally, I insist like, but when I pull down her undies, I find this shriveled penis.” He paused, head nodding. “The bullet, Dude, the bullet.”
The three of them rode in silence, storefront neon washing circles of changing color over everything.
“What happened then?” Neal said, unable not to.
Greg didn’t respond right away. His whole body seemed to slump a little. “She cried.”
“So what’d you do?”
“She just kept cryin’ and cryin’, man.” He sucked the last crumb out of the joint. ”And she really wanted to blow me.”
“So did you let him?” said Pam.
He exhaled. “I don’t think I’ll tell ya.”
She snorted. “Oh come on.”
“You really wanna know?”
“Yeah,” she said, sounding a little reluctant now.
Greg’s eyes traveled back and forth as if searching for something. “Okay, I’ll tell ya. That girl could suck the chrome off a fifty-nine Chrysler. Satisfied?”
This is a section from the first novel which takes place in the early eighties.
“Xanadu Lounge, baby. Here we come,” Greg shouted at the windshield and started drumming on the seat back. He’d insisted they all squeeze in the front, Greg in the middle, one arm behind each of them. It made Neal a bit uncomfortable, but he didn’t want to be rude. “Pammy, you think maybe Eastern Dude can find himself some fresh squeeze at the Lounge?” His quick smile was an assurance of good intentions. “Dude, there’s nothing like the Xanadu, but it’s like Russian roulette, man, believe me, you never know where the bullet is hidden. Lemme explain so you’ll be prepared, if you know what I mean.” He pushed in the cigarette lighter, rose up on his haunches and fished a bent joint out of his pants. “Man, we absolutely must spark one.” The lighter popped and he ignited, inhaled, passed it to Neal who shook his head. Greg’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief, but undeterred, he continued, his voice constricted. “One night, right, after this hard-ass day behind the camera, I’m at the Xanadu. I spied out this statuesque creature of love with a warm, fetching smile, so I like, whipped over to talk to her.” Greg winked at Neal, took a big exhale, the smoke roiling over the dash, then snaking out the windows. “I know Pammy don’t smoke, but you too, huh? What’s with you New Englanders? Some twisted puritan Pilgrim thing? Damn, Dude, what you’re missing, what you’re missing, but your call, right? Anyway, after more drinks, I’m heatin’ up like a cherry bomb, and she’s obviously all eager beaver—totally sweet and sexy. ‘Let’s go, babe,’ I said, and she just licked her sassy, sassy lips.”
Pam took a corner faster than necessary, the tires complaining, the three of them squashed even tighter on the bench seat.
“Now, now, Pammy, no feminist dander. Cool it, right. No preconceived notions.” Another deep inhale, the coal hurrying toward his lips. “So we’re at my place. I get her shirt off, actually she does it, and her breasts leap out all fine, too crazy fine. I’m all over them, and trying to pull her dress and undies down, but it’s all no go, which surprises me, signals being the reverse, you understand? I’m drunk so I figure I musta missed something. But finally, I insist like, but when I pull down her undies, I find this shriveled penis.” He paused, head nodding. “The bullet, Dude, the bullet.”
The three of them rode in silence, storefront neon washing circles of changing color over everything.
“What happened then?” Neal said, unable not to.
Greg didn’t respond right away. His whole body seemed to slump a little. “She cried.”
“So what’d you do?”
“She just kept cryin’ and cryin’, man.” He sucked the last crumb out of the joint. ”And she really wanted to blow me.”
“So did you let him?” said Pam.
He exhaled. “I don’t think I’ll tell ya.”
She snorted. “Oh come on.”
“You really wanna know?”
“Yeah,” she said, sounding a little reluctant now.
Greg’s eyes traveled back and forth as if searching for something. “Okay, I’ll tell ya. That girl could suck the chrome off a fifty-nine Chrysler. Satisfied?”
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penncentral8885
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Tramp: gotta go to soccer practice but I'm gonna' read the rest when I get home,,,only could skim and it's great!!!!
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Turn to the dark side!,,,,Penn Central 1968-1976
"from there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere.",,,,,Dr. Seuss
Turn to the dark side!,,,,Penn Central 1968-1976
"from there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere.",,,,,Dr. Seuss
I see aresemblance to Jack Keroacs writing with amix of Micky Spillane.Both writers were alot of fun to read.I wondered if you were doing a parody of some author.This is also alot of fun. Keep it coming.
roger
I support thread drift.
If God didn't want women to be looked at, He would have made 'em ugly. RAH
I support thread drift.
If God didn't want women to be looked at, He would have made 'em ugly. RAH
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penncentral8885
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Tramp!!!!!Wohhh,,,,,Cool...But chicks with dicks?,,,Damn!,,,,, Bummer,,,,,,SUPRIZE!!!
Alot of emotions there!
Alot of emotions there!
http://www.indianarailwaymuseum.org/
Turn to the dark side!,,,,Penn Central 1968-1976
"from there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere.",,,,,Dr. Seuss
Turn to the dark side!,,,,Penn Central 1968-1976
"from there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere.",,,,,Dr. Seuss
Yikes!! It's been soooo long since I've been able to sit and watch a good ball game!!!! My little son keeps me hopping!!!!!! GO (other team!!!) 
I Just got finished doing the chuff conversion on the Hudson so the P/T tender will be compatable with it. Draw bar length is perfect so it's looking like a dream come true!!!!!! CHEERS!!!!!!!
I Just got finished doing the chuff conversion on the Hudson so the P/T tender will be compatable with it. Draw bar length is perfect so it's looking like a dream come true!!!!!!
CHEERS!!!!!!!Running that red block Charlie.
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