In a rare appearance, I’ll be reading at the downtown library around lunchtime on Saturday the 15th. Take a break from your holiday shopping and come see me. I’ll be the guy reading to an empty auditorium with a box full of Voodoo donuts by his side. Take a donut and bolt–I really don’t care. Whatever’s leftover is going to the homeless teenagers out front anyway.
(That is, if the staff at the PPL doesn’t confiscate the donuts on the way in. I imagine I’m breaking all kinds of eating in the library rules…)
For the hell of it, I’ll be reading brand new material. Raw, first draft stuff. I’m feeling the urge to go off, Howl-style. It won’t make any fucking sense but it will sound good. I swear.