I hope you laugh a lot and maybe cry a little and even try to understand the workings of my bipolar mind in this, my one and only book. The pages of which I recall with love, laughter and tears, the wondrous people who have helped weave the tapestry of my strange, troubled life.
If you are perplexed by the wacky title, you will find the answer with Ebony, a majestic black lady of the night, who was the dearest of friends. Turn the pages and there you will find a butt-naked butcher manacled to the grooming table in a poodle parlour! Turn yet again to meet Suki AKA Gladys, an old-time (much used) working girl screaming as she climbs off a corpse who was doing his thing just moments ago.
And just why did Jean Jeanie have a frothy bottom? Intrigued? Well, just turn my pages and all will be revealed.