BOBBY KAYE’s life story started and ended with an e-mail and then the monkey dung hit the fan. We’re talking blue plague monkeys, tulwar-swinging cab drivers, a ride-on mower caravan of unbridled mass consumption and a moon-infatuated eight-legged story-telling spider god going toe-to-toe-to-toe-toe with the merciless scud-spear wielding Nigerian spam genie – Prince Kinda-Wanna!

This is the wildest and weirdest novellas that I have ever written.

Not recommended for young readers or those who are easily offended.

"An Anansi tale that reads as if it were written by William S. Burroughs." - Hellnotes

"If Harlan Ellison, Richard Matheson and Robert Bloch had a three-way sex romp in a hot tub, and then a team of scientists came in and filtered out the water and mixed the leftover DNA into a test tube, the resulting genetic experiment would most likely grow up into Steve Vernon." - Bookgasm