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and the Jump-Start Cables
“Expect the unexpected. This is NOT the Spanish Inquisition, but it does look suspiciously red-frocked…”
– The Sunday Revue.
“We do not recommend you read this book without a stiff whiskey and a special kind of smoke…”
– Women’s Institute Weekly.
“A refreshing nod at real words in a sensible yet totally unexpected order on the page. And there I thought good writing was a dead art.”
– Sir Gerald de Bardot and his pet prawn, Simon.
“Imagine Quentin Tarantino wrote a comedy… This book is not at all silly, except on Fridays…”
– Mrs. Codeen on a Tuesday.
Cue the opening reel... a small-town movie theatre, shadowy figures sneaking into the velvet-clad back row.
As it rolls across the screen, the story yanks you into its pages, where absurdity unfolds…and then spits you out at the end of the ride, leaving you looking on as your story friends walk off into their reality, leaving you in yours…
Saunter casually past the world of Kid Codeen and the Jump-Start Cables, whistling nonchalantly so nobody thinks you’re up to no good. A ramshackle workshop and an engine block perched on a stack of stolen blue bricks becomes the least baffling thing you’ll notice.
Join Kid Codeen, Pig le Penn, and their hapless entourage of small-town misfits, including…:
- Meat Head Harry (who suffers from a serious case of Inverted Intelectio Paralysis and can’t work a bandsaw)
- Larry the Lounge Lizard (a gambling machine’s worst nightmare)
- and Bullshit Barry (whose tales stretch taller than a giraffe on stilts)
…as they navigate a series of increasingly absurd misadventures. There’s a funeral parlor marketing “virtual life-after-death experiences,” an unexpected resurrection, and the peculiar and particular mystery of a wall missing its top right corner. And that’s just the bits that stick out.
Will the crew ever fix the old truck? Will the bricks come back to haunt them? And why does everyone trust Johnny Fleetfoot, a blind poker player who mysteriously always wins every game, and whose dog, Highball, needs to wear sunglasses—and drinks beer?
Part absurdist farce, part philosophical ramble, and entirely ridiculous, this is a story of camaraderie, chaos, and the inexplicable logic of small-town life. So grab your whiskey, light a smoke, and settle in. But remember—whatever happens, never leave the shed door open.
About the Author
Pete Yateman
Author of KID CODEEN
It is impossible to produce any significant information, or even whereabouts, regarding the author. It may be a rumor, but some say he might be a musician, or even an artist.
Others do not agree, but instead believe that he used to be a high-wire walker, and was prepared at times even to play the part of a clown, just for a laugh.
It all ended one day when he woke up with a phenomenal fear of heights, and that was the last they saw of him.
A request was made for the author to provide more information.
All that was received came in the form of a young boy with a piece of crumpled paper in his hand, a club foot, and a crutch under his left arm.
In large letters, written across an old wanted poster from a long time ago, the paper simply read: WHAT ELSE CAN I SHOW YOU?
