This "novel" is really a "Roman a clef" based on true experience, in Hollywood, in the mid-1960s. The main character, "Garrick", based on the author, works on several major studio productions, and is pimped out by his lesbian aunt and her cronies. He leaves Los Angeles in disgrace, having aged beautifully, ready for more adventure.
This is not Percy Dovetonsilis. This is Dennis Doph and this is the most roughedged seriously male SPLATTER thats been thrown on a printed page. This is two volumes (far too much material for one) covering such diverse subjects as: the fetishism of Jesus, the career arc of John Gielgud, sperm, sperm, sperm, sperm, how I got a Bristish fag fired from Macys because he told me I should be shot at sunrise, George W. Bush and his boy and girlfriends as nauseam, one memorable enema, an alternate take on THE WIZARD OF OZ, and Jimmy Stewarts Dick. Enjoy, recover, enjoy, recover, enjoy. Sort of like sex (rough sex) but with a book in your hand rather than the usual thing.
Based on a true story, step inside the horror of one Brooklyn apartment in the mid-1970s. Ham and Von are best friends, and they believe theyve found the opportunity of a lifetimea cheap place to live in New York City. Mysteriously, the apartment has not been occupied in over forty years. They soon discover the reason for the vacancy: it is apparently inhabited by a ghost. Once settled in to their new home, the boys begin to notice wild temperature changes and witness things flying around the room of their own accord. They decide to call in a white witch to learn more about the ghost by way of a late-night sance. But nothing is quite as it seems in New York of the seventies. Surrounded by a party mentality filled with drugs, sex, and music, the boys have trouble fighting whatever haunts their home. Soon, a friend with possible good intentions begins experimenting with the Brazilian Old Religion, known as Macondo. Brutality breaks out in their once peaceful Brooklyn neighborhood. A beloved cat is donated to the white witch as a familiar. The two find their lives have been rapidly turned upside-down. Based on the actual experiences of author Dennis Doph, We Know Too Much is a story of terror, tough choices, and lasting friendships.
INSTEAD OF SOLITAIRE is the end result of a life spent exhausting the possibilities of being big, male, smart and beautiful. Following is a Q&A with DENNIS DOPH the poet who made it happen. What is the reason for "Instead of Solitaire"? TO MAKE YOU OLD POETRY DOGS SIT UP ON YOUR HAUNCHES AND BARK. Why are Americans expected to mellow out when they past fifty? BECAUSE IT IS TRADITION. BUT THEN WE ARE NOT ALL MARRIED TO LAURA BUSH. Why are you determined to rattle everybodys cage? WHY ARE YOU DETERMINED TO LIVE IN ONE? What should the casual reader expect from "Instead of Solitaire?" THE CASUAL READER SHOULD JUST WHEEL HIS LAME BUTT DOWN THE ROAD AND NEVER CRACK IT. INSTEAD OF SOLITAIRE IS NOT ABOUT CASUAL. You have been called a Professional Gay Man. Is that true? PROFESSIONAL TOP. NEXT QUESTION. Is there a reason for "Instead of Solitaire"? IS THERE A REASON FOR VIAGRA? Come fly DENNIS DOPH if you want a long,wild, frequently rough ride.
Most of us never realize a dream. In the author's life, he's realized too many dreams: extra, exhibitionist, hard-working wage slave, executive, lover of men, lover of women, lover of cats. He's a lover of literature and an occasional dabbler in the same. He's been a producer of plays and a participant in them. He's a happily married man without benefit of legal marriage. An inhabitant of heaven (Santa Barbara). Sixy years of insanity ... and still sane. Beyond Beyond is a collection of red hot poems that chronicle the author's life. His reason for creating this book: to assure those of you who've lived through the horrors of the Bush Administration that there's life after depravity! I'm hoping I believe this. If Obama ditches "Don't Ask, Don't Tell," I WILL believe it.
THE REASON FOR PSYCHO BOULEVARD There had to be something beyond Apocalypse (Maybe). The author Has searched the bowels (?) of his soul trying to find what makes him Actually tick. Apocalypse taps into the anger and the lust. Psycho Boulevard is the dregs of the barrel. These are the things We think, then wish we hadnt. As such, they are valid. But they Cannot be taken at face value. The alternate title for this is The Face Behind the Face Behind the Face. As the legendary comedienne Renee Taylor commented in her famous Short film satire on Michaelangelo Antonioni: Sono la vite senza fine Sotto la vite senza fine. Mangila al vestro svago Dennis Doph is his own worm, living in the belly of himself, recognizing The worm beneath the worm, and feeling just fine about all of it! And if He eats his own worm, it is not cannibalism. It is Epicureanism. Grab your own worm and enjoy.
Since I was a kid, I had always prided myself on my discipline in the things that really mattered-in the weight room, on the court (forget the refs), defense, rebounding, in how I play the game. Off court was my business; but suddenly things had changed.After the motorcycle accident, my agent, Darren Prince, was so worried about my partying that he called in the cavalry, my former bodyguard, Wendell "Big Will" Williams-a six-foot-four-inch, 400-pound black man to whom people, including Dennis Rodman, tend to listen. Wendell was coming out of bodyguard retirement to make sure I did what I was supposed to do when I was supposed to do it. He started out strong at the Radio Music Awards in Las Vegas. It was exactly a week after the Treasures motorcycle crash. Despite my usual protests-"I don't want to do this. This is bullshit. It's not gonna help my career"-that afternoon Wendell managed to get me, sober no less, to this series of round-robin interviews with every radio station in America. This went on for hours before the actual awards show that night, and Wendell wouldn't let me drink. Afterwards, it was like I'd just run a marathon, and I went out by the pool to relax with a cool one while he went upstairs to shower. When Wendell got back down, I was wasted. This was all new to him. In the three years since he'd worked with me, I'd started spending much more time with my friend, Herr Jdgermeister, and this was his first time to see Dennis Rodman, Daytime Drunk.Darren was on my ass. Wendell was on my ass. My best friend, Thaer, was on my ass. Even my wife, Michelle, was on my ass. Anyway, after the motorcycle accident and my skid-row-drunk performance at the Radio Music Awards, ESPN satdown Michelle for an interview. "I'm done. I'm ready for a divorce," she told the interviewer. This from a woman who has "Mrs. Rodman" tattooed just above her butt in letters about an inch high.By the end of October 20
Based on a true story, step inside the horror of one Brooklyn apartment in the mid-1970s. Ham and Von are best friends, and they believe they've found the opportunity of a lifetime-a cheap place to live in New York City. Mysteriously, the apartment has not been occupied in over forty years. They soon discover the reason for the vacancy: it is apparently inhabited by a ghost. Once settled in to their new home, the boys begin to notice wild temperature changes and witness things flying around the room of their own accord. They decide to call in a white witch to learn more about the ghost by way of a late-night séance. But nothing is quite as it seems in New York of the seventies. Surrounded by a party mentality filled with drugs, sex, and music, the boys have trouble fighting whatever haunts their home. Soon, a friend with possible good intentions begins experimenting with the Brazilian Old Religion, known as Macondo. Brutality breaks out in their once peaceful Brooklyn neighborhood. A beloved cat is donated to the white witch as a "familiar." The two find their lives have been rapidly turned upside-down. Based on the actual experiences of author Dennis Doph, We Know Too Much is a story of terror, tough choices, and lasting friendships.
THE REASON FOR PSYCHO BOULEVARD There had to be something beyond Apocalypse (Maybe). The author Has searched the bowels (?) of his soul trying to find what makes him Actually tick. Apocalypse taps into the anger and the lust. Psycho Boulevard is the dregs of the barrel. These are the things We think, then wish we hadnt. As such, they are valid. But they Cannot be taken at face value. The alternate title for this is The Face Behind the Face Behind the Face. As the legendary comedienne Renee Taylor commented in her famous Short film satire on Michaelangelo Antonioni: Sono la vite senza fine Sotto la vite senza fine. Mangila al vestro svago Dennis Doph is his own worm, living in the belly of himself, recognizing The worm beneath the worm, and feeling just fine about all of it! And if He eats his own worm, it is not cannibalism. It is Epicureanism. Grab your own worm and enjoy.
This is not Percy Dovetonsilis. This is Dennis Doph and this is the most roughedged seriously male SPLATTER thats been thrown on a printed page. This is two volumes (far too much material for one) covering such diverse subjects as: the fetishism of Jesus, the career arc of John Gielgud, sperm, sperm, sperm, sperm, how I got a Bristish fag fired from Macys because he told me I should be shot at sunrise, George W. Bush and his boy and girlfriends as nauseam, one memorable enema, an alternate take on THE WIZARD OF OZ, and Jimmy Stewarts Dick. Enjoy, recover, enjoy, recover, enjoy. Sort of like sex (rough sex) but with a book in your hand rather than the usual thing.
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