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CHERRY SMACK
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. He pulled out vials of O, and necked it. 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.
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. He pulled out vials of O, and necked it. 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.
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Published October 18, 2016
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October 5, 2016
This book has the most realistic take on life. It perfectly mirrors the confusion and ignorance one faces while pursuing his life dreams and goals. Especially as a young adolescent.
It’s so vivid and clear you can't help but relate to it, well at least I did. It was as though a fortune teller was staring into my palms.
The characters, especially jimmy is well developed and deep. The story style is often enigmatic, unpredictable...well just as life itself. To an extent, I can swear the author got this book's inspiration from self-experiences or someone's life story.
I enjoyed this book and I recommend this for teenagers and young adolescents trying to find their way through life, digging to find meaning in life. It'll help you plan your life.
It’s so vivid and clear you can't help but relate to it, well at least I did. It was as though a fortune teller was staring into my palms.
The characters, especially jimmy is well developed and deep. The story style is often enigmatic, unpredictable...well just as life itself. To an extent, I can swear the author got this book's inspiration from self-experiences or someone's life story.
I enjoyed this book and I recommend this for teenagers and young adolescents trying to find their way through life, digging to find meaning in life. It'll help you plan your life.
October 12, 2016
Serving up a real slice of 80s nostalgia, Cherry Smack by Mei is a fun yet raw insight into the youthful years of Jimmy – a young and complex character who's realistic and sometimes confused approach to life is relatable to many.
In his pursuits of reaching his goals, he finds himself taking a trip across the pond to the USA, soon finding himself in some very adult circumstances and real-life issues that exhibit an honest portayal of real life.
The writer has remained vivid and cohesive throughout, creating a structure that's gripping, exciting and unpredictable.
A great pick for anyone who doesn't quite 'have it all worked out'.
In his pursuits of reaching his goals, he finds himself taking a trip across the pond to the USA, soon finding himself in some very adult circumstances and real-life issues that exhibit an honest portayal of real life.
The writer has remained vivid and cohesive throughout, creating a structure that's gripping, exciting and unpredictable.
A great pick for anyone who doesn't quite 'have it all worked out'.
October 8, 2016
Great read from new author.
October 18, 2016
Exceptional, talented inspiring piece of work.
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