The Delightful Denver Doldrums

I am trying to raise funds so I can self-publish my 3rd book, "The Delightful Denver Doldrums." This completes the trilogy about my life which includes "Flipping Point" and "The Angriest Childhood in the World." I actually got some major publishers to look at my manuscripts such as
Random House and Penguin which isn't easy to do, but all passed. 

With no current income and Covid-19 making future work an
unknown, I felt that this was the only way to get this book out there at a time when reading is one of the activities we need to do to keep our
sanity.

"The Delightful Denver Doldrums" is about the seven years I spent in
Denver. It begins post-college graduation in 1979 when I lived in 
Greenwich Village while attending an NYU summer program for magazine publishing. The summer ended with me living on a park bench for a bit and then getting a strange interview which landed me a huge job which took me to Denver. The next seven years were a combination of the best and worst moments of my life, ending with my moving to Florida
and meeting some highly influential friends of mine from college in
Dallas along the way.

Written in my usual, spontaneous prose, "The Delightful Denver
Doldrums" was heavily influenced by the writing styles of Jack Kerouac and Hunter S Thompson.

The funds go 100% to Stillwater Press which does copy editing and 
then uploads it on sites such as Amazon, Barnes & Noble and other 
sites where it can be purchased by (hopefully) you, the interested 
consumer.

I have another book coming out soon - a bio on professional wrestler,
Sid (Vicious) Eudy.  But as "The Delightful Denver Doldrums" finishes my personal trilogy, it is the only one I am seeking funding assistance, so with your help, I can get it out there and hope for the best and you will have my eternal gratitude.

Excerpt from Chapter 1

Alex Oklund didn't really mind the Greenwich Village park bench life. The junkies and muggers usually left him alone. The dealers didn't but that was OK as he learned which ones sold the real stuff and he would seek them out after bumming the daily three dollars which bought him a joint, a quart of Colt 45 and two slices of Ray's Pizza. What he really hated were the Washington Park movable forest of boom boxes which was the 1979 version of who has the biggest dick – the bigger the box, the more you could foist your personal choice of East Coast rap on your suffering audience until all the sounds became an indistinguishable blur of loud white noise. But this was 1979 and it would be years before Giuliani would Disneyfy New York City and banish the Gods of Times Square and graffiti and allow the streets to hold undercover Klan rallies. Alex had recently finished an NYU program for magazine publishing but he bombed out in his National Lampoon interview as he lacked the Harvard pedigree needed to stick fingers in the eyes of the cultural elite and he blew his last money on a two-week sublease on West 57th Street and thus ended up a three-block hobo which he kind of dug as the truest freedom is for those with nothing left to lose.

Excerpt from Chapter 2