My morning gets off to its usual start. I wake up. Masturbate. Eat some bacon and eggs. Drink a cup of heavily creamed and sugared coffee. Have a frank discussion with my father about his testicles...Â
Hank Fitzpatrick is your typical man-child stumbling his way through and beyond adolescence in the late 1980s in small-town Indiana. He's hypersexual, drunk, stoned, prone to fits of spontaneous masturbation, occasionally Catholic, and accidentally well-intentioned. His father casts a perfect shadow over him. His mother is a pill-popping flake. His best friend lives on bourbon and cough syrup. His girlfriend will either break his heart or save his life. And his godfather lingers in the shadows as Hank's greatest teacher. Exotic Music of the Belly Dancer is a comedy. It's a tragedy. It's a love story. It's a subversive yet empathetic, warts-and-all roman  clef rooted in real life that kids will read behind their parents' backs.Caught in the crossfire of raging hormones, bad decisions and family tragedy, Hank Fitzpatrick is just a boy not yet ready to be a man.Â