Peter L. Winkler

It's a thorough job of covering such a complex character as Dennis Hopper. I thought I'd run into him as the wild man who told me to get lost, then put me up and drove me into Taos in May 1969. The timeline doesn't quite fit, but that shows how many over-the-top wildmen were (or still are) on the lose on the American landscape. I love his acting, but glad I don't have to live with his mood swings. Read it & weep for what he could have been with a little more self-control. RIP brother.