It’ll be THUNDERDOME!
Or, well, probably not. Those crazy kids what run The L Magazine run this thing called Literary Upstart, where authors submit works and, if chosen, read them live to a bunch of drunks and then a winner gets chosen. Because this sounded like exactly the sort of thing I do for fun (usually uninvited, just standing up on a barstool and starting to read from my tear- and beer-stained notebook), I submitted a story of mine (Rust on the Tongue) and I’ve been chosen to read at the May 17th event. THERE WILL BE NO PRISONERS TAKEN. I intend to win, even if it means performing the Daffy Duck Gasoline Trick that can only be performed once.
WHEN: 7pm, Monday, May 17
WHERE: The Slipper Room, 167 Orchard Street, New York, NY 10002-2214, (212) 253-7246
WHY: Because I’ll be there, soaking up free drinks.
Not sure of the rest of the details, but you don’t need no stinkin’ details, right? I’ll be there. Reading a literary gem. Be there or be square.
Please light yourself on fire.
Harley: Okay. But only because you said “please”.
I’ll be there. No I won’t. Post pics.
Elisabeth: Incompetence usually means I forget to get pictures. If you were there, you could make sure this got taken care of. Unfortunately, you’re too lazy to come. Or at least that’s what Sean Ferrell told me. Oh well.