"...quite extraordinary, and rather astonishing story..."---Lenny Helsing
Click the cover to BUY ON-LINE from Asia
There's no disputing that it's an extremely entertaining read - and I can't wait to see the promised film.---Phil McMullen, Terrascope On-line Reviews)
A most engaging and thoroughly fascinating read. It's edge-of-the-seat stuff in a lot of places, and would certainly make for a thrilling and captivating appearance up on the silver screen.---Lenny Helsing, Shindig Magazine
welcomes me and offers a place to sit. The floor. Mukunda swears on
a stack of Gitas that I'm worthy of initiation. I'm thinking, how
do you spell enityashun?
Is that you?' Wow! She sounds excited! COOL! I'm glad she didn't forget
me! You know, what's-her-name?
turns into a pre-fight standoff as the 10 rednecks start toward us.
Thinking fast, I glance around, spot Aladdin's 'magic lamp' on the
street, I quickly pick it up, rub it
make my wish, and
In a cloud of smoke twenty black dudes come pouring
out of the club and surround everyone. - Ouuuuo! Heavy! 'Bad To The
Bone!' Yeah, crank it up!
keeps blasting away, 'We don't do fookin' pop songs or catchy tunes,
Nigel!' Yeah, sh*t! I'm thinking. - Look what happened to the Yardbirds!
- Mickie Most pounded a "wooden nail" through the heart
reporter asks Steve, 'What about drugs?' Hey, find your own friggen
candy man, I immediately think. But Steve replies, 'we don't need
drugs to say what we have to say.'
stage I belt out the lyrics to the dancing old couple, instructing
them: 'You gotta shake your moneymaker!' Little did I realize that
this song is about a friggen pimp.
said you could guide me!' I say, with THE guilty grin that only a
person who looks, tastes, smells, and feels AWOL can possibly muster.
this is drugs then our newspaper headline outta read:
Misunderstood BAN Drugs. And would you believe, shortly
afterwards, that actually happens? Hey, thats cool, but, like,
now where do we score?
When we finally arrive at the huge guilded gate, a guard shakes a club at us and gestures to get away. Jeez! Nice start. We leave and walk to Dhunbad town. At the rich guys office we somehow get in to meet him. COOL! Afterwards he invites us to stay at his mansion. So we drive back into the compound in a car with the boss and go right past the startled guard. With my new-found spiritual compassion and forgiveness I smile kindly at the poor guard and think: F**k you, ass hole!'
grins. I just hope she doesn't find out about the 60 quid. I
was going to use that to buy her an anniversary present. Im
thinking: Jeez! Sixty quid for a bottle of Hemlock?
580 Pages, beautiful hard-bound. - US$18. plus airmail book post (one kilo) and handling worldwide.
PO Box 4121, La Mesa, CA 91944 USA
Tel: (619) 337-1966. Email: firstname.lastname@example.org