Friday, December 22, 2006

Synopsis of my screenplay - THE AWOPAHO

Former anthropologist, Nancy Hawkes lands in Las Vegas to tout her new book, "TRUE SUPERSTITIONS." During the flight, she suffered through a recurring nightmare. This nightmare stems from her near death experience, five years earlier in the Brazilian jungle, at the hands of a demonic spirit that the Nativos call Dacuru.

On the ground she doesn't feel safe and within hours, a rash of vicious attacks occur that both directly and indirectly point at her. Could Dacuru have stalked her and after all that time caught up with her in Las Vegas? Nancy is certain that it can. But the authorities think she is the root of the problem.

The investigating detectives become split between the ethereal and a more earthly explanation. But as they proceed, more bodies pile up around Nancy. She must race to prove her innocence because she is convinced that she is the creature's ultimate prey and that her fate will be far more gruesome than any of the torturous deaths before it.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Synopsis of Novel: IF IT AIN'T NAILED DOWN

Las Vegas is a haven for lost souls and Dennis LaRue, a bell-captain at the Stardust Casino is a prime example. LaRue, a recovering alcoholic has risen to this lofty position by taking advantage of people's weaknesses while living the motto; if I don’t have it, I’ll get it.

Dennis gives the impression that he is an upbeat, giving person with the ability to do many things, for many people at the same time. However, Dennis is not what he seems to be. He's neither happy nor generous and most importantly, he is the kind of person who can only do one thing at a time.

The one thing that Dennis obsesses over is; is confronting his father. Years earlier in North Miami Beach, Dennis, in defense of his dead mother’s honor, tried killing his father. Upon being disowned, Dennis concentrated all his new energies to gathering the resources to prove that his father was responsible for his mother’s death and ultimately that he is the better man.

A big opportunity to end his slow process to revenge suddenly pops up and Dennis turns all his efforts into robbing the Stardust, despite its mob ties. Blinded by the tunnel-vision of vengeance, Dennis doesn’t care who gets hurt along the way.

Monday, December 11, 2006


This site, MORE GLIB ThAN PROFOUND has been created as a soapbox for my skewed and hopefully humorous perceptions of the world's stage.

This blog also serves the aspiring author in me, to centralize and organize, my quick thoughts, articles, critiques, short stories, screenplays and novels.

Ergo, nice people such as yourself, can read what's on my mind as well as see what I have done and where I hope to go. And most importantly, give me the necessary feedback to improve.

Additionally, I encourage you all to visit my son Andrew's web page.
At least you'll get better grammer there!

Thank you for your support over the last five years. I appreciate this visit to MORE GLIB ThAN PROFOUND and please spread the word and return frequently.

Saturday, December 9, 2006


My novel is entitled,


(see Synopsis of my novel)

My screenplay is entitled,


(see Synopsis of my screenplay)

A synopsis of my twenty short stories from the STANDING DEAD series.


January 1979 at the Slots-A-Fun casino . I live the definitive definition of casino "heat." While others wither and fall around me, my indomitable spirit can't be broken as I endure the hardships of breaking-in at one of the worst craps dealing jobs in Las Vegas.


I learn that Las Vegas, in April 1979 is still the Wild West. My nineteen shift career at the Western Casino downtown is the ultimate vantage point to watch the town's transient nature chew up and spit out two of my lesser acquaintances.


The imaginary line that separates the quality of the jobs in Vegas is examined. My first two casinos were strictly break-in houses but in May 1979, I crossed into the mainstream...albeit the bottom of the mainstream. When nearly all the table game personnel at the Holiday International are washouts (retreads) from other casinos...who do you gravitate to, when everyone is greatly flawed.


In September 1979, fate leads me to Hotel Fremont, one of the premiere jobs downtown. There I meet the ultimate odd-couple...two "half-men" who live together as one. This job is different from my three others because each four man craps crew split their own tokes (tips). This "table-for-table" method relies on each dealer pulling his weight and soliciting tokes. But such solicitation is a fireable offense. Therefore, for someone new to the game like myself, the stress of performing and the fear of the consequences, take their toll as I tip-toe through the daily minefield of work.


People, equipment, and commands--when used properly, in conjunction with luck, can lead to employment success in Vegas. In March 1980, my parallel promotion with Eric "The Great" Norcross to the Stardust is examined. We have nearly identical credentials, however, one of us doesn't handle the people, equipment and commands as well as the other.


Towards the end of my Fremont days, I move into a hip apartment complex with a married couple, Stu and Toby Frobel. The new environment opens my eyes as I experience a maturity growth spurt and learn a greater tolerance towards wider varieties of people.


An indirect sequel to "PETER PARTY." A void is left in the Frobel's after Peter leaves. Toby then becomes restless when she realizes that she still has time to get what she wants out of life.


I win the negative lottery! When my idiot coworkers draw-up a ridiculous to plot to simultaneously "blow-up" the Stardust's least desirable player as well as the world's worst supervisor, it's up to me to light the fuse .


I'm taken under the wing of the most universally beloved coworker that I would ever work with. But how can I put his name and the word respect in the same sentence?


I never thought I'd have a friend named Freddy the Finger...and wished I never had. I'm on top of world dealing on the fabulous Las Vegas strip at the Stardust and my coworkers aren't happy with my association with an outcast. I do remain loyal until I see how flimsy our relationship is and then its every man for himself.


Being called a "clerk" means someone is an elite craps dealer. To call Vincienzo "Milo" Vesuvio merely a clerk, was a grave injustice. Because, he was the best I've ever seen. But he also led a double life and when he was mistakenly proclaimed a hero, both aspects of his life caved in on him.


Jake Gerritsen, a Stardust craps dealer wants to make an impression on his new crew. In so doing, he bangs heads with a player, an influential curmudgeon named Steinmetz. Gerritsen is fired and his life spirals out of control. He vows revenge but complications continually delay this realization. A second powerful player named Figaro also frequents the casino. Unlike Steinmetz, he is fun-loving, generous, and the darling of all the craps dealers. On a night that Gerritsen comes in to get drunk for free, we learn that Figaro is terminally ill. That same night Figaro and Steinmetz meet and have a personality clash...and Steinmetz is asked to leave.


My friend Frank meets two new people separately on the same day. Through his influence, their lives are intensely affected. One person crashes and burns from the highest height while the other's wasted life is resurrected. Oddly, Frank's life remained the same.


Carl "The Mole" Blessing has kept a skeleton in his closet for quite some time. At the Stardust, a serious on-the-job transgression got him demoted from his lead-floorman position on day-shift. Rather than fire him, he is sent to my shift at night and is reduced to a zero-seniority floorman. This leniency is due to the casino's investment, as well as their cultivation of him, as a spy. They recognize his spineless nature and expect him to continue toeing the company line. Being so insecure, Blessing would have; even for less money and status, until unforeseeable circumstances caused his big secret to unravel.


Jeff Holland, a high-rise window washer from New Hampshire lands in Vegas for some R&R after a near fatal fall. Overwhelmed by good fortune, unprepared Jeff decides to relocate.


Its Halloween at the Stardust and my crew and I are gawking at the sexy costumes our cocktail waitresses are wearing. But somewhere hidden in the crowd of revelers two thieves lay-in-wait. Guided by my libido, I go to where the waitresses are going after work. At a bar, I learn of the robbery at the Stardust while becoming the fourth side in a love triangle.


Agnes has a lot of problems. When she throws herself at my friend Frank, he thinks she's just a desperate tourist in search of a wild fling. But I discover that she is my coworker, a keno writer, at the Las Vegas Club. Soon thereafter, she starts seeing another one of my friends. His personal demons are nearly as profound as hers; they are a perfectly suited codependent couple. Yet despite treating her far better than she's ever been treated, his personality flaws are no match for her neurosis.


A modern day "ROMEO AND JULIET." Fillmore is a Renaissance man and Ariel is an artistic prodigy. Their parents, pressed by politics and self-righteousness, try to drive a wedge a between them. Instead the couple accept being disowned, leave Washington D. C. and become intellectually over-qualified casino dealers. After a few years at the Golden Nugget, their shangra-la bubble is burst and their parents are rushed back into their lives.


I once introduced Nick Tucker as, "One of the few gentlemen I ever met in the casino industry." Our friendship began at the New York School of Gambling. After a gap of several years, we resumed with a stronger relationship while working at the Golden Nugget. Suddenly Nick disappeared. Fifteen years later, via a chance internet meeting with a mutual acquaintance, I found out that Nick was no gentleman...and he wasn't even Nick Tucker.


In 1982, at the same time that my Las Vegas casino career was winding down, my employer, the Golden Nugget, declared that it was not only going to become the centerpiece of downtown but that it also intended to become a worldwide gaming destination. At the time, the idea seemed preposterous but the transition from a flea-bitten "saw dust joint" to one of the most desirable dealing jobs in town was incredibly fast..perhaps too fast. In addition to sweeping policy and procedural changes that weren't clearly defined or addressed, the less than qualified management team concentrated their efforts into "juicing" their own people in. When the glut of special interest wasn't fulfilled, a blood bath of random firings took place to make room for them.