the novel that must be written

[thehefner]

One 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.

Comments

[jcsbimp.livejournal.com]

Go, Johnny Go, Go.

[dormsquirrel.livejournal.com]

I must have that icon... it's too perfect!

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.

[swimpenguin.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you defintely need to write this book-tease us with the blurb no more and give us wonderful pages of text!

[spacechild.livejournal.com]

sounds brilliant.. but i have to turn up somewhere in it.

maybe as the weird-ass leader of a gang of post-apocalyptic revolution punks. a la Ice-T in Johnny Mnemonic.

but then we'd need Henry Rollins too.

with the assistance of my ragamuffin gang of rebel rivetheads, you and Bub save the world. but it would require a scene where you say "Spacechild.. your people have to have the network set up to transmit globally in 30 minutes" and i say (in full on Ice-T 'tude) "yo, we got this, Hef. just shut down the reactor and stop Dr Doom."