The literary classic, Dinky Hocker Shoots Smack, is one of the best reads a human being can choose to skim through. I personally read it once and I've got to say that it is the most enlightening reads of a fundamental socialist and/or fascist. I guess other types will like it too. Hopefully not too many of them because I like to keep books to ourselves. All art really, but I don't much like anything other than TV really. I don't even go to the movies. In fact, I don't even leave the house. As a rule of thumb, I don't even leave the ten-foot perimeter around my computer that my chains permit. Actually, I don't even get out of my seat. More to the point, I don't move my legs. Well, I don't have legs, but I don't even move the large wooden planks that act as such and remain forever bolted to the deskchair in front of my computer. Granted, I'd have to be able to move my arms in order to do that and my arms are strapped and locked into position on the front tab of my keyboard tray. Still though, I'm pretty much a shut-in. I mean, I'm a shut-in because I am forced to remain indoors at all times, but nonetheless, I am a shut-in. It's a sad life I live.
That's what Dinky Hocker Shoots Smack is about for the most part. You've got to be in a similar perspective to really understand it I guess, but that's what you SHOULD get out of it. To a great extent, I suppose you can say that it's an autobiographical work that delves into the deepest, darkest stretches of the imagination of an ex-sexaholic and David Brenner fan, but you're just bullshitting if you do, so you probably shouldn't. The important thing to remember is that Dinky Hocker is really just a symbol for the technologically lost in a society of anti-romanticism and uber-competition. Once you know that you've pretty much got everything else filled in for you with the actual words and plotline.