The Author is not responsible for the contents of "Drunk 2." Blame the NZ Plunket Society, it's all their fault. Ask anybody. |
So here we go again. More random thoughts from the whisky bottle. Your favourite
characters plus the author's induction into the SSS (Secret Squirrel Society).
NZ's foremost crime fighting agency. Plus: Wait for it! Something totally new in the literary world. "Commercial Breaks." Just like on TV. The author has written many tacit thoughts from beyond the pall of probability. He shoots to kill and gets away with murder. But now the shakes have got him and now he's a retired assassin with false teeth and can only fire blanks. |
But if you really insist on blaming somebody. Blame the author's sister. She stole
his gollywog when he was a kid. It caused him a lifetime of depravity. |
Read about family funerals and how the Maori came to NZ on a canoe because Air NZ
was on strike. Time travel and NZ's foremost Real Estate salesman. Tales
of the author's childhood in Miramar and how he got his ancient mother arrested
to protect his inheritence. The three year old who used her angel wings
to fly to heaven. Shark fishing in Wellington Harbour with a drunken policeman.
(it did happen) And finally the tale of "Peanut," a Wellington prostitute
and her gigilo manager. Revisit the early 1960's of Wellington's Bistro Bar.
There's big money in sex. |
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