Journey into the Surreal is a collection of outragously funny stories. There isn't a bit of truth to any of them but the laughs are real. It opens with a coffee break and continues with a sassy caddy as it travels through Spaghetti farm territory. The journey takes the reader past a coffee loving tuna and a very out of place vampire. Our journey stops at a point where the reader is invited to choose their own nom de plume.

These stories are just for fun. Grab a cup of coffee (unless you have a tuna sitting besides you), dish up some spaghetti and enjoy. A few excerpts follow:

Nightmare after Breakfast

I ducked out of the poultry department. I didn’t have a beef with the butcher, but those pork roasts were really hamming it up. I walked down the counter a bit, and noticed that it was all bull to the end. I waved good-bye to chuck and hoofed it out of there.

Abe hopped outta bed one mornin’ with a great idea. Yep, he finally figured out what ta do with that old piece o’ land what were left after his folks got boxed in by that kangaroo court. His dad told him that he could have it if he could find a use for it. There was a lot o dirt, but not in a useable fashion. It was a lot ten feet wide and a mile long. [yep, you can see what’s coming]

Tuna Stories

It was a long week. Work was boring, and hard. Joe needed to unwind and the weekend was beginning to show promise. It was too hot to snow, and too dry to rain. "Andy, guess we may as well do something on the out of doors. Don't know how long this little dry spell's gonna last." "Yea, it's only been six months, think we best enjoy this little respite" Having used up their total reserve of logic for the week, they decided to head for the pier and check out the fishing. That was when Joe made his first big mistake; he made a thermos of hot coffee.

Vampires

For a Saturday night, things were dead. There wasn’t a neck to be found anywhere. This town was just not what it used to be. It was time to pack it in for the night. Clyde decided to head down to the Bat’s Wing, the local hangout for vampires. Trying to drown his misfortune over a few bloody Mary’s, he noticed his old friend George sitting in the corner. He ambled over and fell into a chair at the same table. Turned out his old hunting buddy was not faring much better.