Writers can go bad. Some should have a “use-by” date on them. Others should be prevented from writing from time to time. To that end, a group of eleven writers in Lake Writers, a subchapter of The Virginia Writers Club, and the literary arts group of Smith Mountain Arts Council, set out last year to write the worst book ever. Think Bulwer-Lytton and “It was a dark and stormy night” on steroids. NEKKID CAME THE SWIMMER is the embarrassing result of that challenge.