Dennis Sweeney has lived in Asia for thirty years and runs his own security firm, providing bodyguards for the stars of the entertainment and corporate worlds. A keen martial artist and ex-national boxing champion, Dennis is also involved in staging cage fighting events. Dennis is an avid writer and keeps his hand in by writing restaurant reviews and articles for various magazines in Asia. In his free time he enjoys adrenaline sports like skateboarding, surfing and snowboarding. A graduate of the prestigious London acting school The Drama Centre, Dennis now works as a stuntman in kung fu films. He also attempted a career in stand-up comedy but was unfortunately laughed off the stage.
A young Scottish boxer breaks away from the shackles of his environment, only to find himself mixed up with heroin smuggling in Asia. A story of violence, prison, fear and desperation, which leads to inner reflection and finally redemption. Fiction? You wish!
-The Groove Magazine
There seemed to be a huge gaping hole inside of me. I wanted some answers but didn’t know where to look. I felt like there was a huge world-wide conspiracy afoot to keep me in a state of utter confusion, making me so numb that I had no choice but to give up and let the experts get on with it.
What a wonderful thing democracy is. You can say what you want as long as you do as you’re told. It all seemed so superficial, so inadequate. Where would it all lead? Lying in some hospital bed in thirty years’ time, dying of some ‘disease of civilization’; up to my neck in debt, alcoholism, depression, loneliness and insanity. There had to be more to life than this.
I am talking about liberation here. Freedom from the bondage of self. Freedom from our blinkered, prejudiced, opinionated thoughts. If you always do what you’ve always done, you’ll always get what you always got.
The more stoned I got, the more abstract yet somehow meaningful it all became. We were one and the same. I was he. He was me. That bald little Chinese monk on TV was beckoning me to follow the path, the way of the warrior, the way of the Grasshopper. The monk was right; change was the natural way of the universe. Things were not always as they appeared to be.