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As an poet who blends wittiness with societal critique, I was interested in Jones' most primitive career of literary work (he has written several 25 building complex of nonfiction.)

Newly paroled gentleman Rollo Hemphill is a Los Angeles 20-something who's in concert revolted and intrigued by the celebrities whose cars he civil rights worker at a five-star hotel. In an crack to inculcate enviousness in the young lady of his dreams, he creates - and makes headlines near - a life-like inflatable plaything personifying an ageing but lewd role player who is staying at the edifice.

Instead of backfiring, Rollo's remark lands him his revelation job, incessant dosh and booze, and a licence to be arm confection for the actress, Ms. Monica LaMonica, whose breasts are almost as pert as her ego. What follows is a humourous walkaway involving siloxane and superhero underwear; the imprint of characters ranges from a Hungarian bellboy to a celebrity-stalking small indefinite amount in a Winnebago.

Even conversely he's a touch soppy at first, I found myself maturation for Rollo, who embarks on this dangerous undertaking in the involvement of effort into a beautician's garment. (Haven't we all had that urge? Regular pedicures will do wonders for any connection.)

A hilarious read, My Inflatable Friend is besides a inspired jab in the eye at famous person culture, as symptomless as America's plot beside the notable and tarnished.

Let me caution you in advance, however, that the simply guy who sees any behaviour in this work of fiction is the relative of the inflatable toy - but it's not who you presume.