A fractured tale of alienation chronicles Jozef Pronek's progress through angst-ridden adolescence and arrival in the USA just in time to watch war break out back home in Sarajevo. Subversive and likely to appeal to those with a sense of the absurd, this most definitely is not the American dream.
She had short spiky hair, with a crest heaving over her forehead, above her sparkling eyes. Her upper lip, dark cherry red, had the shape of a musketeer mustache. She had a dimple in her chin. She had cheek apples Pronek wanted to touch.
'When you're done staring at my face, I can show you my tits too.'
