I fall down quite a lot. I am permanently bruised...
I wrote a novel, Sleeveless, published by what I assume is the now defunct Phonylid Books, who basically sold out the run of my book, for which I have seen ZERO cents. La la la laaa so it typically goes. I am currently working on another about a girl who is obsessed with the past, Coney Island, sex, art, and all other kinds of smut you can think of.....
If you want to order the final remaining (and signed) copies of Sleeveless, contact me here. I've got a bunch left. I expect it to through a second printing at another publisher, so who knows, these will probably be worth something (to someone who is no doubt a freak or a weirdo, but cash is green...)
I like to read insanely intense books and watch similiar movies and I am obsessed with all kinds of music.
I like to spend time imagining that I exist in a very Southern tropical garden fanning myself whilst penning the great American Novel and drinking myself silly.
Another favorite pastime includes getting wasted alone on Chianti, while listening to old recordings of swing bands and torch singers, crying over the "good old days" (that I've never personally had). I'm really 105 years old, that's why.
I was the original co-owner of a lounge/club/bar/performance venue--The Lucky Cat-- in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, until November 2006.
I like to make cocktails for people.
I also like to drink cocktails...that I make. I am very particular.
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I hate crap literature, movies and music. I live to hate things. It's quite enjoyable for me, thank you.
Hubert Selby Jr. read my book and wrote me a letter and this was just about the happiest moment of my life.
I now leave you with my favorite review of my book, possibly ever:
From some Christian site called Lysamena Project on Self-Injury
Sleeveless by Joi Brozek (Los Angeles: Phony Lid, 2002). I couldn't finish this book. The cover description characterizes it as a book about self-injury, although I had yet to read about self-injury by page 45. In those 45 pages, however, I had encountered so much sexual slang and so many detailed descriptions of sex acts that I felt sick to my stomach. Readers may also be offended at the disrespectful way in which the author portrays Catholicism and may not appreciate that the storyline includes an abortion. I do not recommend this book simply because of the volume of sexual content and the detail in which these acts are described.