The writer claims to be a former interior designer. Then he accuses a Jewish family of stealing some WW2-era Nazi death camp armbands: Seriously, some guy beats you into a coma, you have the name of the guy that did it, your therapy advises you that you need to return to your beloved spa in order to 'heal' from the assault, you run into the guy that tried to 'kill' you in the same steam room, and you run out into the street and to your car naked, and you again, choose not to do anything about it. He doesn't use his real name in publicity and he names alot of people that he claims to have abused him. This guy seems to have some serious mental issues.
I'm betting that the book won't be sold in bookstores and Robert Randolph Davis will be sued, if not by Travolta, but the other actors he's pegging as being gay,
