Don't take my word for it, see what other top stars are saying about American Brahman
Yeah, I admit it, I was the Wild One. You name it, I was against it. I was the true American anti-hero. But after a while it left me flat. I know it's not cool but I read a book. Now that I've read American Brahman I'm cooler than ever.
Hey, it's me, the Rebel without a Cause. I had it made, hot chicks, fast cars, and lotsa dough. But I still wanted more, I wanted a cause. I found one when I read Psychedelic Daffodil. Now my cause is to get you to read it. It will give you a purpose to life.
All I do is listen to endless drivel all day. I have this ongoing parade of whiners and whack-jobs. I have to pretend I'm interested but I could really care less. My Aching Desire is a book I can totally believe in. Now when I'm moved to tears it's not because I'm feeling sorry for some incompetent reprobate, but it's because my heart is finally experiencing pure and unbridled joy. I can fervently endorse this book- I'm sure it will be Number 1.
Every night I stand here and clap my hands and flip these letters over. Pithy little phrases that don't amount to anything. Then I read American Brahman. Boy, that guy really knows how to string letters together. It's great to read something poignant over five syllables.
Of course I'm still alive, you didn't really believe I would off myself on the toilet did you? I just got tired of swinging my hips. I read Psychedelic Daffodil and it put me on a new direction. I bagged the Graceland gig and now I'm truly happy.
Gee, can you imagine what it's like to look the constant barrage of Bozo's on this show year after year? And imagine this, you only get to see the "good" ones. If I have to listen to one more tone deaf moron trying to get their 15 minutes of fame I'm going to lose it. Fortunately, one of the few coherent contestants turned me on to American Brahman during a break. Now I've found inner peace and all this horrendous singing and dancing doesn't bother me anymore. Thanks.
You won't believe this but I was the original worry wart. I was the poster child for Prosac. When I tried David B. Roberts' books I thought, "Sure, this is gonna stink", but it straightened me out. Thanks to him I'm the happy go lucky guy America loves.
Blowin' away punks is about the coolest thing anybody can do. Trouble is I don't have anybody to look up to. That changed when I read American Brahman. David B Roberts is my new hero. If ya feel lucky- read the book.
The Average American:
All my life I've expected wonderful things, and they never happened until I read American Brahman. Oh sure, no one's life is a rose garden, but the trials are easier to take if you know what's going on. I was always a weakling in my faith, but now it's time to "Man up". It seems like everybody's always telling me to do this and to do that, but nobody ever said to explore- to take risks in the search of faith. But now I know that all honest quests are honored by the "Powers that Be", and any earnest seeker will be blessed and protected. There was a time when I dwelled on my mistakes, wallowed endlessly in self flagellation. But now I take my licks like a man- "Damn the Torpedoes, Full Speed Ahead!" Once the first page is read there's no turning back, but you won't want to turn back. So don't settle for mediocre, demand the best. You wouldn't settle for lousy service and bad food at your favorite restaurant, so demand the best in what this life has to offer- read "American Brahman" today. All I can say is "thank you" David B. Roberts for changing my life.
