Don’t forget, my beautiful babies, tomorrow evening I’ll be in Manhattan entertaining the masses with my silky voice, rapier wit, and tendency of my pants to drop at inexplicable moments. You’d think it would be easy to have your pants drop on cue like you’re in a Marx Brothers short film, but you’d be wrong. It has taken my team of scientists decades to perfect it.
WHERE: KGB Bar, 85 East 4th Street, New York, NY 10003
WHAT: KGB Fantastic Fiction Series
WHEN: 7pm
WHY: It’s a Wednesday night: What else do you have going on?
I don’t know exactly what I’ll be reading yet; I’m going to see where the mood takes me. So you might get a blast of The Digital Plague, or maybe a preview of The Eternal Prison (now with more unicorn), or maybe something unexpected and possibly undesired. Who knows! It’s like a wild pantsless ride of wonder.
Come on by and say hey. I’ll be the drunk, sweaty guy hiding in the shadows.
Will you be making a video podcast of this event which I would be able to download to my awesome iPhone? If so, I hope it will look better than your site currently does. Are you fixing it? I’m still waiting. Do not disappoint any more than you already have.
Dear Beeyotch,
If by “podcast” you mean will I be offering to follow people around repeating my reading word for word, then: yes.
L
J
Hey Jeff, I’m gonna try to stop by if I get back from being on the road in time. Gotta support the Whirligig alums!
Hey Frank,
It would be great to see you! Though you have to promise to get loaded and heckle me mercilessly. If you would start a “DROP YOUR PANTS, DRUNKY!” chant, that would be best.
L
J