I Am Tom Waits! | Janice Margolis
JANUARY 1, 2025
PAPERBACK | 4 x 6 | 48 PAGES | $15.00
978-1-954992-01-6
FICTION | SHORT STORY
“If you want to read a story version of Being John Malkovich transferred to the mind of Mr. Waits, here you go, minus the scheming plot.”—The Florida Review
Peek inside the mind of the fictional Tom Waits as he wanders the streets of El Lay. From the La Brea Tar Pits to the Hollywood Bowl and beyond, the traveling troubadour muses on everything from the nocturnal habits of peacocks to William Burroughs’ dipsomania. He questions the teleological purpose of concrete and wryly observes that “Jupiter is a bitch-ass planet.”
He conceives a rock opera while walking the length of Sunset Boulevard in a sandwich board, and the arias tumble out. On his way to Little Ethiopia, he gets lost in Little Armenia and winds up in Little Tokyo. But wherever he roams, a little voice inside his head keeps asking—does anyone even know who I am?
JANUARY 1, 2025
PAPERBACK | 4 x 6 | 48 PAGES | $15.00
978-1-954992-01-6
FICTION | SHORT STORY
“If you want to read a story version of Being John Malkovich transferred to the mind of Mr. Waits, here you go, minus the scheming plot.”—The Florida Review
Peek inside the mind of the fictional Tom Waits as he wanders the streets of El Lay. From the La Brea Tar Pits to the Hollywood Bowl and beyond, the traveling troubadour muses on everything from the nocturnal habits of peacocks to William Burroughs’ dipsomania. He questions the teleological purpose of concrete and wryly observes that “Jupiter is a bitch-ass planet.”
He conceives a rock opera while walking the length of Sunset Boulevard in a sandwich board, and the arias tumble out. On his way to Little Ethiopia, he gets lost in Little Armenia and winds up in Little Tokyo. But wherever he roams, a little voice inside his head keeps asking—does anyone even know who I am?
JANUARY 1, 2025
PAPERBACK | 4 x 6 | 48 PAGES | $15.00
978-1-954992-01-6
FICTION | SHORT STORY
“If you want to read a story version of Being John Malkovich transferred to the mind of Mr. Waits, here you go, minus the scheming plot.”—The Florida Review
Peek inside the mind of the fictional Tom Waits as he wanders the streets of El Lay. From the La Brea Tar Pits to the Hollywood Bowl and beyond, the traveling troubadour muses on everything from the nocturnal habits of peacocks to William Burroughs’ dipsomania. He questions the teleological purpose of concrete and wryly observes that “Jupiter is a bitch-ass planet.”
He conceives a rock opera while walking the length of Sunset Boulevard in a sandwich board, and the arias tumble out. On his way to Little Ethiopia, he gets lost in Little Armenia and winds up in Little Tokyo. But wherever he roams, a little voice inside his head keeps asking—does anyone even know who I am?
