Someone sent me this review of Jack Tripper Stole My Dog:
"Tenzin McGrupp has low opinions of women is his first novel... as (he) sputters forth nothing more than descriptive poetic beat garbage, filled with orange peels, coffee rinds, second rate smut, and rambling paranoid delusions about secret shady governments. His half-baked collection of followers, the Tao of Pauly readers, are the blind following a one eyed man in his kingdom of gloom and doom, that happily lap up his dribblings like little children that go ga-ga over an extra scoop of ice cream. A second printing of his filth would be a waste of trees and ink. Only gutless theives in Hollywood would give this man a paycheck and a credit card."
Two words: Thanks Mom!