When I was in college, David Foster Wallace gave a reading. As a joke I asked him to fill out a dining hall comment card. I also asked what, if anything, he thought of skateboarding, thinking that this distinguished author might have something profound to say. “The little fuckers run into me in front of the library,” he said.
PURCHASE: Dinner for two at Junoon
NOTE: This was the day we got the royalty check and was our first “fancy dinner” out in two years. To quote Brian: “Happy anniversary, birthday, and book contract day.”
WOULD STEPHEN KING LIKE IT: Junoon is in a publishing neighborhood so it’s quite possible he’s been there. Also, what sane person wouldn’t like deep fried paneer?
What do you do when Stephen King uses the same title on one of his books as you used on yours (which came out earlier)? You reap the rewards of mistaken Amazon purchases, and you document the spoils of those royalty checks.
Truth be told, there were a number of regrettable omissions. Beyoncé and Jay Z’s piece ‘Bomber’ had to be left off the album. (‘Driver of this plane, this / B-52 on the way to Nagasaki / Stuff your ears with cotton and / Close those eyes / Me and my man are about to do it all over this / Here bomb’).
All I ask is to be freed. The ginger orange of the campus diner stir-fry sauce stings my mouth. I am having an allergic reaction to this homecoming rally face paint. These lab goggles do little to protect my face from chemical burns as they are merely a prop that one of the photographers found in the drama society’s office
“Audiobooks Read By You: Just like reading a book without actually reading a book, by reading a book and recording it in a studio.”
'You said male British memoirists were hot. You said I'd be the next Keith Richards.'
‘Wrong. I said chick lit is where the money’s at.’