Compared to Hunter S. Thompson’s, ‘Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas,’ Purple Mike, along with his band of outlaws, Pot, Pill, and Powder, set out on a mission to corrupt—Anyplace, USA—infecting human victims along the way, revealing their side effects. It was a spell…a curse against humankind that brought him here. Everything changes when he falls for Sally Sue. Meanwhile, a parallel story occurs with his human alter ego, Grady, an unsuspecting hero whose mission is to save his little brother from drug’s seductive grip. He however must join forces with Purple Mike to conquer his own demon in a parallel universe where everything is possible, including changing the past. (1 human heart + 1 spiked brain, cross in ‘n’ mix breed at a hair past 9:00—purple thumb time).
Targeted Age Group:: Young Adult – but really for anyone
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
They came from my imagination (lol). Seems like they are best-suited to tell this story.
Not too long ago, every human in Anyplace lived perfectly and peacefully. They liked their quarters a-plenty. Never did they lock their doors, nor were they afraid of things that went bumpthump in the night.
It was precisely the place where the sun shone its brightest rays and in the hours those rays took sleep, and the day wore covers, it revealed bright bursts of stars, a billion billion birthday candles all sprinkled with electric sugar. The people: they were friendly, polite, and nice . . .sweet, kind and wonderful. Had to be something in the air that made it this way. Just had to be. Or maybe it was the water. . . .Unknown to the human race was Vicodin. He lived on the fringes of reality, and he hated all the Anyplace boys and girls, especially those teetering on the edge of major notgoodness. No one quite knows the reason, but it had something to do with the fact that he was a drug and had, quite frankly, had nothing to do with traits or business relating anything whatsoever to humankind.
Regardless of his distinct lack of character, he was seated primly in his chair, on the other side of reality, separated by a thin spasm and veneer of his den, more than a separation of slick air and disparity of perception.
Watching through his looking glass, hating them humans—especially the teens, ‘tweens and the young, joyful children—he looked on through his quantum dimension conjuring petty-size schemes of demise while biding his time, waiting in anticipation. Today he could feel it—strange sensations tempering the air, kicking about individual air molecules that were previously undisturbed. With every passing hour, he detested more the warm lighted windows that shone from brownstones neatly lined in rows throughout diagonals of roads, and intersections that made the whole town of Anyplace bubble with gladness.
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