I first discovered this talent/affliction as a boy. I vividly imagined a fourth little pig who, with great ambition, leveraged himself to the hilt. He then built a luxurious skyscraper and, in YUGE block letters at its base, proudly labelled it Pig Tower. Interestingly, the Big Bad Wolf, perhaps out of professional courtesy (and quite possibly with the promise of kickbacks), agreed to a huff and puff waiver.
As a teen, I delved into writing a follow-up to Kurt Vonnegut’s classic, which I titled Slaughterhouse-Six. Set in a mirror image world, war was ravaging the planet Tralfamadore. Fortunately, the protagonist, Libby Mirglip, managed to survive the bombs and went on to live a varied if not full life after the conflict. She received aid from alien visitors from planet Earth who, through their own less enlightened example, showed her what not to do.
I’d prefer not to go into the details of one of my more recent works, Fifty-two Shades of Grey. If it’s ever published, it’ll likely be under an assumed name, or maybe names – I’m currently toying with the idea of S. and M. John. By the way, I noticed that some other joker stole my basic idea and technically beat me to the preferred number fifty-one.
This brings us to my latest creation, Catch-23. Since I’ve already explored an absurdist post-war account of tragedy/comedy with Slaughterhouse-Six, I wanted to avoid such a heavy/humorous theme this time. Instead, Catch-23 tells the story of a local seafood restaurant on 23 S. Washington St. in Naperton, Illinois. They gained fame for their Shrimp Yossarian. Then, a new executive chef increased the number of customers flocking through the doors by offering innovative dishes like Skate Wing Schnitzel a la Scheisskopf, Major Major Mahi Mahi, and Stuffed Oysters Orr-style. Naperton’s whore added some much-needed spice to the story. (As with any fan fiction, references will only be fully appreciated by those who are familiar with the original.)
Oh, and hey, there is a catch here. Against your better judgment, you continued reading each ridiculous example in this exercise of “one more.” Making it this far means you’ve read “one more” paragraph all the way to the end. The catch is that you must be crazy enough to perceive this as a payoff.