Publisher’s Weekly Soapbox
I wrote an article for Publisher’s Weekly you can peep it here. It’s about reading at Cody’s in San Francisco a few days before it goes out of business. Very sad. People said it really never had a chance, so take what you will from that.
In other news, I am back in NYC and my subway stop smells INCREDIBLY BAD. If you guys want a quick way to lose weight, go to the C/E Spring St. station. Seriously you will never, ever eat again. It smells like raw pork wrapped around a dead rat dipped in elephant shit. I’ve never smelled anything like it, which isn’t saying much because when you live in New York you refrain from smelling as much as possible. Oh man just writing about this is making me squeamish. Apparently the smell has been there for weeks. Weeks! WEEKS!!!! I don’t know if it’s going to get better or worse with time. Hard to say. I will keep you updated.
The nasty smell is probably what happens when you get rainstorms washing up the detrius of society and a city that makes the fucked up bar in Star Wars look like a Christian Science reading room. My advice? Get a tetanus booster and man up :D.
I’m bummed that I missed you when you came to California (I would have driven my first long distance trip and possibly died from traffic frustration and crummy driving skills for you) but you’ve already left. It looks like nobody does like Bakersfield, though I can’t blame you (nobody here likes it either). I just wanted to say I read your book and nearly crapped my pants in happiness. You need to write more, because according to Borders, you didn’t have any more :p Reading your book made me want to write down my crazy stories from my childhood. Usually I just get shocked or frightened looks when I tell these stories. They always avoid me after that……
Hey Spleen,
Sorry I missed Bakersfield, the publisher didn’t want to send me anywhere I didn’t have friends, and I don’t really know anyone in Bakersfield, though I guess now I know one. This is my first book and I’m not sure they’ll let me write another one. They are mysterious, those book people.
Nobody has friends in Bakersfield, even us villagers. We mostly wander around hitting potholes (we have a ridiculous amount of potholes, and have had several sinkholes that have swallowed cars within the past year or two [and i'm not even kidding about the car part]). Maybe I should go to New York. Forever. I hear it’s nice during the fall.