An interview book with a twist - you get to ask your favrourite characters questions.
Ever wanted to talk to a character in a book? Ask them a question? Want to know more about their story? Now you can. (Assuming the author of the story allows i...
Manic rock musician Jaymie Brzezinski claims to have been born at the moment of Charles Bukowski's death. Now the mad poet-incarnate fronts a band made up of his panic-prone twin, wise-beyond-their-years younger sibling, and a formidable but mostly stoned guitar goddess. When a murder at a house concert sets in motion a series of strange and inexplicable events, the Bukowski Brothers find that they have more to worry about than just getting through the set list.
Like the X-Files meets Scott Pilgrim in the Scooby Squad's van.
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Hello. What should I call you? Do you prefer a nickname?
Ha! A nickname--no. My twin brother, Jaymie, likes to call me 'Aar-bear' sometimes--long story, but mostly because it rhymes. Nice to meet you!
Oh, Aaron! My name is Aaron. Ha.
Welcome Aaron and thanks for agreeing to talk to us today.
My pleasure! When we saw I'd been nominated for an interview, we were like, 'WHAT. WHY.' --You know, just because I'm, like, the drummer. Jaymie's the frontman for our band, so he does all the interviews, and we thought it was pretty weird I got picked this time.
Also, off the record, I have pretty bad anxiety over these sorts of things.
I mean, I have way worse anxiety over, like, getting kidnapped. Or eaten by a dog. Or my little sibling gets eaten by a dog. Or I'm hanging out with my brother and he turns out to be an evil clone of himself and he murders me and then I get eaten by a dog. But, you know, interviews are still up there.
Okay. Can I get you something to drink to help calm those nerves? Water? Soda? Coffee? Wine? Whiskey?
Thank you! I'll have wine, since this feels like a classy occasion--you seem like a classy person, if you don't mind me saying. (Although, I've had some less-than-classy evenings while drinking wine--but I digress.) And I mean, I don't drink much, ever since Aaron and I--sorry, I mean Jaymie and I--got scurvy when we were nineteen, from living off beer and ramen noodles for too long. Ha!, You don't make that mistake twice. But this is a special occasion!
And wine is different. Classy. Like I said.
Classy. I'll take it. Tell me a little ... more... about yourself?
