We all felt bad the crowd wasn’t bigger.  Todd Moore wasn’t feeling well and wanted to read first quickly. Christopher was taping so I didn’t take any pictures. Also, if you HAVEN’T had the pleasure of hearing him read you are missing the fuck out. The whole crowd was in his palm.  I hope hes’s better soon.  I have one out of focus pic of him leaving the building……but I don’t think I’ll post it.  Raindog was a riot.  Party at Christopher’s afterwards. Joe Pachinko gave everyone a lesson in craps.

Hey I’m in the “not your bitch” series at outside writers here

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Happy 27th Dave!   

Update that you are hungry for like “keeping up with the Kardashians” Or whatever the fuck. um “well Jerry, with the economy like it is…” Struggling. Sucking it up. My birthday was on April 30th. I am 36, wow, I have lived longer than christ…But DONT CRY FOR ME. I have tons of pics I need to post. The camera on my phone is actually full (And I have to wait for David to get them off for me) from all the pictures I have taken of Gonzo. I have decided to you know “own” my shit. Yes, it is a prejudice and it is bad. However I can easily say that I do not care for people who grew up privileged. I’ve tested this theory…all I’m gonna say. I am learning that in addition to that I simply prefer the company of my pets over most people. I need to call my best friends Dawn and Brad…and I think about them..and as you get older every branch spreads a different way and that is just life.

Heard from everyone on my b day, Christopher Robin stopped by and gave me a three day old Rasperry Strudel. Heh, I love that dude. He helps me keep the white trash dream alive. And oh the joy I get from actually talking with Joie Cook! I’m sending her my last copies of my last 5 chapbooks. I’m no David Lerner, but I’m gonna stay in my cave. I let few in. This page is simply pretentious and wasteful if I’m not sharing my new writing with anyone but JJ, and my novel just might turn into a Moltov Cocktail with a MATCH to you…but I ain’t making no promises. I want to change my name it will either be Rizzo, or Pippi Longstockings. I’ll take suggestions. So, now that I am picking up this brush I will prolly mostly use it to show you what crap Im painting.

I’m out. I looked the beast of the small press right in it’s deadlights…and I decided FUCK THAT.

Poesy has been awesome. we thought we would be to print right now but I that’s why Brian didn’t really put a date in concrete. Writing my review of HACK JOB by Dave Church was the most challening reviews I’ve ever had to write. It’s different if someone died 7 years ago…his friends and family are going to read it. You can decide how I did when Poesy comes out.

I encourage my friends to visit or write me once in a while.

I will self indulgently post pictures of myself soon.

People just ain’t no good….

Therapy

Had this therapist once

Who spent every session trying

To convince me I was more than fine

And I spent every session trying

To convince her that I was more than fucked

And it went on

I know why I kept going

and maybe in some way one of us

benefited

I saw it clearly

Like a chess match

I would plan my things to say to her

For upcoming sessions

And really push the envelope.

That’s how I roll

One of the most frustrating experiences

I have had to date

Was spending a year trying to convince

A therapist (only a LCSW)

That I am fucked up in the head

I didn’t go to our last session

And, “If you see the Buddha on the road, kill it”

Indeed.

Listen to me

You must trust no one

GRAB your destiny by the fucking balls

Flip a bitch,

Go off-road,

No regrets

Go crazy (at least once)

Little time

Die young and leave pretty corpse etc

Cause even when you win at chess

You realize nothing much happened

The world is still spinnin’ baby

And hey,

The good news

I’m totally fucking sane…

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I dedicated my reading that night to Joie, and this is what else she gets…ha ha

Wow, I had a great time. It will be my last reading for a good while or untill Bill Taylor asks me cause I can’t say no to him.  Joie Cook sat right up front.  It was great to see everyone, especially Paul.I think the reading kicked ass!