Jeff Dorchen left the house. That was his first mistake. Then he got into his car, revved the engine and left the cultural embrace of urban existence. That was his second mistake. Somewhere between LA and San Francisco he found himself in a vast, goyishe wasteland, with only radio scripture, woodpecker tongues, Latino tea-baggers, and rhetorical analingus to keep him company.

According to his contacts on LinkedIn, Jeff Dorchen can do just about anything. He’s a visual artist, songwriter/musician, actor, essayist, poet, playwright and screenwriter.

Jeff Dorchen traverses the scorched narrative sterility of the Goyishe Radio Desert.

This Is Hell!