You know, the more I think about it, the less I like it. 

I talked to a literary agent on Thursday and was informed of what it will take to get a book done about Danny Trejo. First, 'ghost' it for him. It would have to be a fake autobiography. And that's fucking impossible. Even if I wanted to write it that way, I could not. Trejo doesn't want to write it that way. In fact he probably doesn't want to write it at all. 

But it's getting written. And it will be an autobiography. And he will be in it. As will Eddie Bunker. What a trip. It's like, I almost forgot who I am. 

I told the agent that I can only write a book that I would want to read. And I have not yet been able to finish reading a celebrity autobiography.  They generally just bore the shit out of me. Self congratulatory and self-aggrandizing and lacking in any kind of significant message.

I'm going to write it the way I want to write it. If no publisher will pick it up, then...fuck. I'll figure something out.

Check out the intro chapter at www.excon-to-icon.com.