Coccyx Cousins

About the Book

Two men of different ages are of the same hypnotic coccyx bent. Mouths fall agape wherever they hone their craft in public. They could bring a town to its knees in a matter of waist swiveling minutes or a sturdy woman to her knees with a vampish snarl of the lip. Together they made a city where lives collectively live to grotesque excess look like an amateur. They were Brothers in Pelvis.

About the Author

Sometimes, a thumb is just a thumb. For this author, a thumb is a fork, a comb, a bug squasher, a belt buckle, a pool cue, and somebody to cuddle at night. Writing from the back of a VW Beetle partially submerged in the Rio Grande, the author would rather be known for his groundbreaking work in sleep paralysis than anything else. This, his sixth novel in which he avoids writing about the subject, is intended to be a bromidic sorbet in order to set the table.