Mr Nice is a Merman.
If you have never heard of Mr Nice, then you had better google his name: Howard Marks. A fantasy dinner guest at my humungous table. Apart from the insane and amazing things he’s done, he has a voice that I could only replicate by eating six glass bottles and fourteen light bulbs a week! I would love for you and me to hear him read the following!!
I woke up with a dryness in my throat and no legs.
Instead of the limbs I’d grown quite attached to there was a shimmering, sequin flipper, the colour of aquamarine.
I looked to the ashtray by the bed.
Full to the brim with roach ends…
I looked back at the my new pretty flipper…
I had a choice to make.
I either cut down on the dope or I see what else I could transform…
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