Slam ! Boom ! Crash ! (Paperback or Softback)

SLAM! BOOM! CRASH! is one of the most unusual and exciting novels ever written! If you were to incorporate a thousand different styles of architecture in one building or a hundred different art movements in one painting or a million different styles of music in one wild symphony the results might resemble SLAM! BOOM! CRASH! Wolf Larsen began writing SLAM! BOOM! CRASH! while he was living in the city of Salvador in Brazil. SLAM! BOOM! CRASH! is a coming-of-age novel written to the beat of Afro-Brazilian drums thundering with the energy of apocalypse. SLAM! BOOM! CRASH! seethes with the black and white racial tensions that divide America. The main character, a young white man in high school in a big American city, becomes involved with a young black women his age which angers many black males wherever they go together. SLAM! BOOM! CRASH! reads like an active volcano that explodes and explodes with passion and lust and violence over and over again. The reader should be prepared for a wild literary adventure - SLAM! BOOM! CRASH! departs from tradition to deliver exciting reading like the reader has never experienced. No one has ever written a book like SLAM! BOOM! CRASH!

CHAPTER ONE

Highways, factories, automobiles, noises, people, sirens, traffic lights, smog, smells, crowds, streetcorners, bars, beggars, factoryworkers, crackheads, officeworkers, blacks, whites, hookers, drunks, immigrants, yourmother, and more high-rises and more automobiles, and more people and more noises and And the smell of carbon monoxide everywhere; from the highways, the streets, the intersections brown, spewing clouds of auto-exhaust engulfing the city. Monstrously multiplying office towers P-U-S-H-I-N-G Up into the sky these concrete and steel monsters so hideously ugly and monotonous as to make the skin C-R-A-W-L. In ghettos street gangs with guns pop! Pop! Pop! Tat! Tat! Tat! Blam! Blam! Blam! splattered blood upon concrete And everywhere the silent m-O-a-n-ing of fornification Yes! for-ni-fi-ca-tion behind walls and draped windows and closed doors everywhere around you everybody s fucking fucking! FUCKING! you just can t see them that s all everywhere luscious sinuous fornification; wet juicy soft HARD ooooAA And . . . and office workers in three piece suits gorging down slimy cheese BIG MACS with sticky grease dripping and oozing, oozing and dripping and the nOOI-OI-Se of Construction workers tear-RRR-ring ripping-ING-ING-ING apart street surfaces and ShHOOUTing LaAAAughing kids playing

hookey from school and High School football players G-R-U-N-Ting as their Big Heavy Bodies SLAMMM against each other and the bloody slaughtered smell of massive meat BUTCHERING factories and the m-O-aning sounds of adulterous husbands and wives cheating on each other in cheap hotel rooms and the filthy feel of dir-ty used mo-ney passing through sweaty smudgy hands and Big Muscle-Bound Hunks taking turns fuck-ing each other up the butt and the sight of a desperate old lady pick pick picking through m-OU-nnds of sme-ee-elly old gar-bage and the Gru-U-U-unts of body builders in cramped SWEAT smee-eelly gyms and the gri-mi-ness of dirty litt-ered parks and the Sharp Edge of a mugger s knife against the skin of your throat and the aroma of fresh marijuana where suburban teenagers gather and Dark alleyways in downtown where prostitutes in tight leather miniskirts and no panties await quick-ies on lunch break and the Happy words and Laughing camaraderie of Darkened bars where Off-shift industrial workers share a beer and transvestites on subways making public shows and the clang clang clanging of w-O-rking machinery in your Ears and the hot stickiness of Greasy Sweaty Bodies pushed shoved together on crowded city buses and the screa-eams and the Pa-Pa-Pa-pai-ai-ain of a skinny skinny weakling being beaten beaten by his jail cell mate and ominously HULKing public housing projects engULFing their tenants and the last moments of an old condemned building as the wrecking ball SLAM(!) CRASH(!) BANG(!) and the loud SCREAMING siren and RED FLASHES of an ambulance speeding desperately to the hospital and the Bright White Teeth

of a smiling College Co-ed somewhere step-ping into a bedroom with a guy she just met and the big bright RED of an overhanging FLAG in some little room where a little communist group struggles heroically against overwhelming odds to fight for the working class and the gray-brown smoot of decaying apartment buildings and the sizzle-crackling of food cooking in deep-fried grease and the RUSH-RUSH of a waitress working a diner during Lunch Hour and the m-O-aning sound of a recently-married open-legged secretary accepting her bosses diseased sperm into her womb.

Music (!) all kinds of music, that restless ritmo de picante bailando through the air in barrios Latinos as pretty tank-top senoritas with naked belly buttons walk down the street giggling "shyly" at the stares of neighborhood Machos watching those tight senorita asses go Back and forth, Back and Forth and elsewhere long hairs gy-ra-ting to steel electrical BLASTS of VOLUminous metal guitars ROCKing through the air and Black ghetto Toughs nodding their heads softly Up and do-own to that off BEAT on their hi-fi chillin down the Avenue. Classical in the chaoticallymessystrewn room of some hurricane¬ing poet creating earthquakes on paper. And rhythm-and-blues in a bar where anybody in working clothes and a hard-hat is welcome.

The city, Gigantic SPASMS of movement! Automobiles, and trains and airplanes and people walking running rushing sitting shitting farting pissing yelling fucking laughing crying whole entire

multitudes of millions all living breathing and working on top of each other in this sprawling mass of metropolitana. Millions and millions of ape-descended animals thrown into this socially complex living breathing organism of sprawling buildings factories highways and concrete

Somewhere in this splash of humanity, in these layers of high-rises three flats and unfolding concrete is you walking into a store. Your name is

You walked into a store. You picked up a flag. It is an American flag. Red, white and blue I think you know the colors by now. U pulled some dirty crumbly money out of your pocket and paid for it.

You were downtown. You walked into a crowded public square. Lots of people walk-ing by. All kinds of people every kinds of people there were Black people White people Brown skinny short tall Ugly fat handsome slutty sleazy dirty uprightious three piece suited and work overhauls there were all kinds of people.

You re laying the American Flag down on the ground. Heads turn. You re stepping on the American flag. More heads turn. Now you re pouring lighter fluid on the American flag. Incredulous stares. Open mouths. You light a match and

f phroom!

a burning American flag. And now you re laughing as the American RED, white, and blue up in dir-ty gasoline smoke. passerby: "Just what do you think you re doing?"