About Post Oh!pocalypto Poppycock:
The beginning of the middle of the end is here, and it has a name: POST OH!POCALYPTO POPPYCOCK
A farce in three acts! Who knew the apocalypse could be so much fun? Follow our cast on an adventure through the city of Las Vegas, where everyone in town wants to get their hands on a stolen black case and a beautiful Princess. There are amazing car chases, tons of super cool cameos, arguably the greatest rock concert of all time, and what sort of apocalyptic adventure would it be if we didn’t save the entire planet by the end of the show?
Post Oh!pocalypto Poppycock may be the most important literary work of a generation. Of course, “may” and “important” are broadly defined terms…
“Drawing on influences ranging from Tom Robbins to Kurt Vonnegut, Def Leppard and the narrator’s grandmother, the author somehow managed to keep me hooked on the chaos. From one moment to the next, hilarity contends with horror while a galactic-scale hope has you rooting for salvation delivered by taco-loving aliens. Push logic aside and go for it. There’s no clever way to analyze Post Oh!pocalypto Poppycock—you’ve simply got to go all in for the experience.”
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Author Bio:
Truant Delighted Memphis is an author, actor, alter-ego, fictional character, adventurer, sloppy guitar player, martial artist, husband and father. He was born and raised in Texas. An orphan, at age 16 he wandered away from his foster home on foot in search of adventure. He is married to Daffodil Fields. They have two children: Daniel Trate (adopted), and a baby girl named Peaceful Dreaming Memphis (Sweet Pea for short).
Truant is an agent for the all-knowing Bob. At age 29, after a successful career as a field Agent during which he saved Existence on at least 514 separate occasions, Truant was promoted to archives. Bored off his ass while cataloguing Universal knowledge, Truant secretly began filing his fictional stories, recollections, and half-truths as real life cannon. Your reality may be one of his stories. Don’t worry. You’re still real.