the novel that must be written
Jul. 20th, 2005 08:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thehefnerOne is a walking corpse who is remembering what it was like to be alive, a creature who is evolving even as he is decaying.
The other is a swingin' showman of a bygone era, a Vegas Vagabond, dispensing songs and quips with a martini in one hand and a mike in the other.
Riding in a beat-up 1957 Chevy Belair through the post-apocalyptic wasteland that once was America, these two unlikely friends must defy the odds if they are ever to reach the promised land, where the gin flows freely and luck is always a lady, or two. To the legendary Summit with Dino, Smokey, and the Chairman himself, in the mystical paradise known as Las Vegas... if it even exists.
So wise up and buckle up, pally, 'cause these are the adventures of Bub the Zombie and Johnny Go.
It's gonna be coo-coo, baby. Real coo-coo.
The other is a swingin' showman of a bygone era, a Vegas Vagabond, dispensing songs and quips with a martini in one hand and a mike in the other.
Riding in a beat-up 1957 Chevy Belair through the post-apocalyptic wasteland that once was America, these two unlikely friends must defy the odds if they are ever to reach the promised land, where the gin flows freely and luck is always a lady, or two. To the legendary Summit with Dino, Smokey, and the Chairman himself, in the mystical paradise known as Las Vegas... if it even exists.
So wise up and buckle up, pally, 'cause these are the adventures of Bub the Zombie and Johnny Go.
It's gonna be coo-coo, baby. Real coo-coo.
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Date: 2005-07-21 02:15 pm (UTC)And as I've said before, I'll beat you if you don't write this book! Ok... maybe I didn't threaten you before, but I am doing it with love now.