chapter 21

...that night...the world was destroyed by creatures from outer-space...the 3000 real people , however...were all asleep...so id did not count .

...i took my spaniel for a walk...she growled  at god .

chapter 20

it was my first tournament tennis match...i could tell by the look in my opponents eyes that he just had sex with his mother...i figured his penis would be soar and that would help .



...it did not...but i almost won .

chapter 19

looking back...i now see that chapter 18 was a tad too long...i will now take five minutes to flog myself as a sign of repentance .

...you can go have a smoke or something .

chapter 18

i slowly meandered onto the court on the hot , early july sweat pissing evening...my opponent picked his nose and rubbed it on the slightly shit covered centre line , his heart consumed with one greek goddess or another as lust dropped to the bottom of his tom okker , custom made sneakers...candy...my american spaniel...i told her to bite my opponent's ankles , if he should make a wrong judgement..." fuck him up , candy...fuck him up like a fuck stick ''...she glared at him out of the corner of her eye...

...''gerrrrrrr'' was what was heard throughout  the throbbing jungle of tennis...i could tell that the girls all liked how i stroked my raquet  by the way their eyes all went back inside their sockets .

chapter 17

once , as i was playing this maniac from a distant planet......the goddess of tennis emerged out of the sea...and rubbed her breasts as i served the ball .

''single fault '' . i heard someone yell as my erection grew almost as long as the raquet .

the moon cracked into two equal pieces .

chapter 16

soccer...shooting neighbours...walking poodles...masturbation...do not do these things while playing tennis .

chapter 15

tennis is more about leaving yourself behind and replacing him or her with an alternative universe than anything else...strings rip apart planets as you sit there and fidget with your nuts .

we see through a glass dimly but we are lucky to see anything at all .

chapter 14

a pop machine in the distance reminds me of dylan thomas...writing his shit , while consuming a can of coke .

chapter 13

just about every night that summer , i played tennis under the lights...there was a pop machine as well .


i saw one intergalactic space ship , though nothing was shoved up my ass .