L. McKinley, A reviewer, September 20, 2005,
Urban poet tells tales from the street and from the heart
Dishpig reads like a stream of consiousness that denounces materialism and success as frivolous and unimportant. Tony, the introspective narrator, lives his life by his own rules. No apologies, no compromises, few regrets. His writing style is as unpretentious as the way he chooses to live. He is naked, exposing his heart and soul to those he trusts. He seeks the simplest of pleasures;cheap scotch, plentiful thighs, honest conversation and nocturnal companions. Money, careers and possessions are seen as soulless pursuits. His thirst for life is quenched by his bawdy misadventures. His unflinching philosophies reflect life on the street and in the bars and bedrooms of his neighborhood. His book bleeds with the lifeblood of some of his mentors; Bukowski, Miller and Celine. At times is is both elegantly poetic and keenly observed, but it always rings true with raw prose straight from the gut. His critique of our generation burns like whiskey, but his humor is as fresh as the grass banks of the river that he lies upon, watching the days pass by. It makes me want to quit my misguided nine to five and take on a lifestyle that is true to myself. Read this book and maybe you'll see what I mean. Tony would probably appreciate the few bucks he'll pocket. He'll likely by a cold one for the street busker he just met. He wouldn't have it any other way.