PARK AVENUE PURGATORY

PUBLISHED BOOKS

PARK AVENUE PURGATORY

PARK AVENUE PURGATORY

TC BOOKS LINK

BUY ON AMAZON

Paperback coming soon

(Fiction, 285 Pages) - PUBLISHED APRIL 4, 2017

Colin is a lustful, failed writer living with his boyfriend Rudolfo in Astoria, Queens; he’s also a 9-to-5-er at Heller, Heller, & Hah, an esteemed insurance brokerage firm in a tall brass tower on Park Avenue. It’s a place where the verbal abuse is more pungent than the instant coffee shit-pods and the CEO is a Korean dictator in love with Napoleon and money. On Colin’s usual morning walk to HH&H, a tragic accident occurs and a revelation ensues. Bleeding out, Colin transforms into a wandering, shape-shifting soothsayer throughout time and place. Conjured by his own slow demise, Colin travels through kaleidoscopic memory, visions of the future, and the sacred, forgotten words of his past, eventually revealing the most important wisdom ever spoken to him. Wanton, surreal, and hilariously raw, Park Avenue Purgatory is a testament that lightly bears witness to the darkest of thoughts that hide within: Will this be the day one of us is found dead?

AMERICAN CREAM: A Memoir

AMERICAN CREAM: A Memoir

TC BOOKS LINK

BUY ON AMAZON

(Non-Fiction, 260 Pages) - PUBLISHED OCTOBER 8, 2014

Enjoying the fat of the land isn’t always an easy process; it takes time to float up. Sometimes things are separated and left behind in a dizzying whirlwind, and sometimes you’re stuck at the bottom of the centrifuge of your seemingly sour life because all your dreams still have yet to coagulate.

A non-fiction memoir, American Cream is the neo-immigrant tale of one man’s soulful, hilarious struggle – churning through every definition of the word “bottom” – to rise, rise, rise in hopes of finding the thick essence of what it means to live happily, somewhere at the top.

From an old island of Thai snakes, Russian thieves, and emotional shipwrecks, he floats on couches back to the new world, a land called Wal-Mart County. Scalded from the heat and frustrated with something tapping within, he whips away to the big apple, which turns out to be far from peachy. Haunted by the timeless, swirling words of a wizardly fisherman named James, he then scales the slippery paper walls of the welfare office where it’s raining babies. He soon wades through the evil gym caves of the rancid-rich, and encounters Bessie-Ann the deer nurse, Sandy the crab-puppeteer, Crab-apple the liar, and all the other gooey creatures that creep in the city’s deep.

After visions of a mysterious coastline, a spring rain comes again and brings with it a growing new sound, the revelation of something bright, lush, yellowish-white, and finally ready to be scraped away.