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Two masturbation stories for the price of nothing.

Tour garbage: water, pumpkin seeds, lotion, coffee

It was a fucking brilliant night. Shya Scanlon started off by apologizing to me from the stage for a long ago slight and I publicly accepted. Then there was a boxing match behind him as he read clever poems. Then Gabe from Fell City Shouts played solo, sadly and gently and with a sweet look on his face. Then Aurelie Sheehan read a raw and vibrant excerpt from her new novel. I fell in love with her right away. She's the bee's knees. Then Gabe played some more. Then Ander Monson got on stage and was really fucking punk rock. Then I fell in love with him. More Gabe. More boxing. The boxers hit for real. They were seeing stars afterwards I was told. Then I read and this one woman sitting near the front laughed at everything at all the right moments and I could have fucking kissed her but then I just fell in love with her instead. Later Shya's girlfriend Erin Flaherty revealed herself to be AWESOME, as well as a mutual hater of bio-luminescent tours in Vieques and yes, I love her now. Later we all ate fattening food because people do that in the rest of the country even if they don't do that in LA and New York City.

Drew and I did a video and I did another one in Palm Springs a few days ago.

Tonight we record, tomorrow I go to Las Cruces.

This is way too much fun for it to be work.

(01/15/09)