I am delighted to be able to share today an extract from Jeff Norton's newest book Memoirs of a Neurotic Zombie. I had the pleasure of meeting Jeff a while back at an event where he read out an extract from the book and it was hilarious. Below is such an extract
Adam explains his unusual collections
My mom’s a doctor and every week a parade of pharmaceutical sales people come to her clinic to ask her to prescribe their brand-name (expensive) medicines instead of the generic (cheap) pills. They always give her little mementoes like pens with the names of drug on them. And since Dr Mom only needs to many pens, she gives them to me.
I’ve collected two hundred and thirty-three drug pens, ranging from Aspirin to Zoloft. I have pens for depression, acne, high blood pressure, arthritis, and six for erectile dysfunction (that’s an adult way of saying: winkles that don’t work). My favourite pen is for a drug called Gastellex, which treats ‘aggressive flatulence’ (an adult way of saying: really bad farts) and it even makes a fart sound when you click it. You get all the funny fart sound without the actual smell or unseen poo particles spreading around the room. It’s funny and hygienic! Win-win. I have pens for all sorts of ailments and diseases, but I don’t have a pen for death.
In fact, there is no drug pen for death because (and yes, I have checked Wikipedia) there is currently no known treatment, therapy, ointment or cure for death. Hence, no pen.