American MaleWhore in Tokyo: The Great White Host

American MaleWhore in Tokyo tells the tale of a loveable (alright, likeable (alright, tolerable)) douchebag who moves to Tokyo to become a host and live out the modern day male American dream. It’s an explicit and groin-grabbingly entertaining story that sheds light on a little known world where fun-loving, good-hearted people can often inflict heart-wrenching, irreparable damage. A ribald study in relationships, relations, and laughter.

Fake Praise for American MaleWhore in Tokyo:

“Reading this book was like riding a roller coaster. Thrillingly fast paced ups & downs culminating in me puking all over myself.” – Brick Ricker, Literary Muscle Magazine

“Raw and intimate … Compelling … A raging hard on of a book.” – Ralph Johnstone, AARP

“I laughed so hard I took a photo of my junk and tweeted it. Like every 15 pages.” – Anthony Weiner

“A triumph … but not like one of them gold medal in the Olympics triumphs … more like a winning the Mushroom Cup on Mario Kart at the 50cc level triumph.” – Wendy Seargrass, The New York Times

“Could Bill Walton be the worst announcer ever? Guy is a fucking clown.” – Big Steve’s Boston Sports Blog

“Boozewell is a brave soul, unafraid to explore the heights and depths of a man being paid to dress up as a schoolgirl and be molested on a fake train.” – Zen Whitesmith, Barely Legal Review

“The kid wrote a book and the man read the book and he enjoyed reading the book and the sandwich he ate after reading the book and then he had a thought about books and sandwiches and why there exists not a sandwich book and then the dusty moon laid a zephyr intrepid escopetas and the curmudgeon who spoke and the words were like I have a big head and face and sandwich.” – Cormac McCarthy

“A tour de force … the literary equivalent of riding a wrecking ball naked while crying and drooling all over yourself.” – Roger ‘the Rahj’ Feltner, Beer & Weed Weekly


*WARNING*: This book is intended for mature audiences. Well, maybe not “mature” audiences, it’s more for immature audiences. People who laugh at the word poop, but who have somehow managed to learn to read and are admitted into R-rated movies. But I guess it’s also for mature audiences looking for a break from books that deal mainly in descriptions of the smell of colors, the sound of light, the feel of words, and other such poppycock.

Note on Pricing in the US, Japan, Canada, & Australia: This Kindle book costs $7.97 not because it’s some marketing bullshit where I assume everyone out there is a complete moron who sees $7.97 and thinks $7 instead of $8, but because 797 is the year that Irene, Empress of Byzantium, had her son blinded. My mom’s been promising that would happen to me for years. No hair on my palms either, you old bag!