Watching it right now, who really gives a fawk, people get raped everyday. realisticaly he does it to women all the time. the whole thigs seems like some dramatic PR stunt. Two hollywood blists blathering. oh to be rich and famous, oh the pain!!

It has taken me a lot of time and thought to cme to a point of being able to care about dignifying the many outlandish, somewhat mythical and comical stories that have been attributed to my 5'8" frame. All 165 pounds of me have been burnign to debunk the urban legends that have caused friends of mine in Europe to question who it was that they were partying with.

The many urban myths will be explained in the soon to be released book, The Pope of the Sunset Strip, as told by Darnell Riley. In The Pope, you will be immersed into my life and all of my interactions with conflicted socialites, media playboys, underworld bosses and how I managed to walk in and out of each circle with a personagrata like flow. There will be plenty of sex, drugs and rock and roll stories!

More importantly, I will put to rest many of the stories that people would like to attribute to me. Stories that are floating around to the affect that I black mailed Paris Hilton with a tape that has her and Brandon Davis calling blacks, "Dirty Niggers." Or, the stories that I had the office of her therapist, where she gets her colon cleansing done in Beverly Hills, wired with audio/video, and that I would be relasing the video on the internet at the time that the book is set to come out...So, all things that have been unanswered will be layed out, no holds barred style.

But, for the sake of giving you a brief overview of the Joe Frances case, that I hope will do what a journalist' questioning is suppose to do: evoke dialogue, question the answers of the subject(s), etc. When I think of journalist, I envision historical and strategic victories like the one that Dan Rather scored at a Houston news conference in 1974. Nixon fielded questioning from Rather who opened with "Thank you, Mr. President. Dan Rather, of CBS News, Mr. President..." and as the room exploded in cheering, Nixon tried to shy in a joke, foolishly asked Rather, "Are you running for something?" and Rather replied, "No, Sir Mr. President, are you?" Now that is bold, brave investigative jounalism, and not the fluff that was reported on the NBC/DATELINE Show. NBC is a reputable media outlet who has succumbed to the need to entertain, vesus reporting zealously as possible, while maintaining an ethical reproach...I believe that you, Mr. Ebner, and the NBC/Dateline journalist missed out on the zealous journalist victory, like that of Dan Rather, by not challenging the obvious. Please ponder the simple points I bring up regarding 1-22-04 (Joe Frances incident,) that would have been sufficeint to stir up resonable doubt, had I went to the jury.

1. How did I by pass 15-20 LAPD, Bel Air Patrol Security, 5-10 estate security, state of the art home security systems without any doors being jimmied, no windows broken, nothing indicating a breakin, all while the city of Bel Air was on guard against the infamous Bel Air Burglar? Am I really that good, or did it ever happen?

2. Joe Frances claimed on the night of the alleged home-invasion kidnapping that the intruder had a "blue steel semi-automatic handgun." Now, Mr. Frances was adament about the color, style, make of the gun. But, nearly two years later during the preliminary hearing, Mr. Frances changed his statement to the stainless steel revolver that was taken from my Hollywood apartment.

Now Mark, that is like the difference between night and day...a blue steel semi-automatic (a black 9mm) and a stainless steel 357 revolver are at the far ends of the spectrum.

You may now ask why would he change his statement on something that he swore to the night of 1-22-04, the alleged invasion. HIs earliest and dearest recollection of events would have been the first statements he made. But, being that no blue steel semi-automatic was found in my house, Joe Frances, in his ever evolving creataive mind, chose to go with whatever they found to fit the findings to the crime. And the D.A. went for it.

Mark, I could go on and on with what my defense was going to be, but I took a deal. My deal was not my admission of guilt, it was my way of saving my life. I am a gambler, and i know when to hold'em and when to fold'em. The risk of loosing in trial was to much to play with. With the compromise (the plea bargain deal) I get to live again. I'm sure you could understand my position.

So, if you chose to pursue this story any further, I would recommend you read, The Pope of the Sunset Strip once it hits the shelves. You will have plenty of new material that will add to your jazzy rendition of the Hollywood, Interupted social scene, as being the violent by product of generational in-breeding, social darwinism and the vestigial inertia of two thousand years of Western civilization: the greed, hypocracy and vulgarity at the nexus of money, youth and fame.

But then again, you may not be interested in investigating. You may be content with the National Enquire, Star Magazine style of just guoting a "source" as the way you came about your info. You may enjoy the outskirts of being a real journalist with integrity, who asks "why" whenin the face of a celebrity and not just fall under the spell of the "it" girls/guys knock off Louis Vuitton handbags or that loosely used title of socialite or mogul, to someone who if you have half of a brain, you would know is nothing more than a porn actress while riding the waves of a society that is so fed up with its bleek existence that they would rather cling on to a chick with huge duck feet and a hump back, or a sexual deviant smut purveyor who is one arrest from overdosing on vicodine, pornos, coke and anal lube. But, I'll stop for now, there is much more to read in The Pope of the Sunset Strip.

Ciao,

D. Riley

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