Peach Soda & Suzyq's

Stories of a Young Boy Growing up in Washington D.C.

Within the pages of Peach Soda & SuzyQs are, without a doubt, some of the funniest, I-swear-on-my-mothers-grave-if-she-were-dead-it-really-happened stories of a young boy growing up in Washington, DC. I am talking have-your-adult-diapers-handy, funny stuff. Some stories will conjure a chubby thought bubble to hover over your head as you remember a similar story from your own childhood. Over and over, your laughter over a printed story will be replaced by chuckles over your own memories. Some stories will cause you to slam the book disgustedly while the phrase that didnt really happen rings in your head. Others will leave you scratching your head, either in amazement or because youre not too sure what the hell half of the words mean (readers tip: consult your Ebonics dictionary or Tosh.O for ghetto slang translations). Even more important than the words inked on these pages, are the words not writtenpowerful words that arent bolded, underlined, or read between the lines. As you read these pages, laugh, chuckle, guffaw, hoot in hilarity, spray out your mouthful of soda in glee, roll around on the floor gasping for breath, wipe delighted tears from your cheeks but save a space at the bottom of your jollity to remember the words not written. These stories are more than just amusing memories. They represent a catharsis of sorts, a purging, a liberation, a final end to a dismal childhood and the beginning of a beautiful one.