Last night, I had drinks with poets and scholars, Bryan, Alex, Kasey, and Lacey. We talked about poetry and Shakespeare and blogs and things like that.
It's nice to have smart people to talk to in a town I have never been to. Being a poet sometimes means that you have friends in faraway towns. I like that.
I am really very lucky. I lead a very exciting life.
I got a galley of Barnaby Jones. You should buy a copy. It looks great and has some great poets and writers in it.
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Hey man,
It was nice meeting you in person. I enjoyed our spirited conversation and I wish I wouldn't have been so tired!
I'll look you up the next time I'm in the Bay.
Thanks also for plugging B. Jones- interested parties can purchase it here.
I think the picture about sums up last night.
JACK MORGAN DEFILED OUR FAIR CITY LAST NIGHT. HE IS A RABBLE ROUSER.
HE:
FUCKED MY DOG (I DIDN'T EVEN OWN ONE UNTIL LAST NIGHT!)
CAUSED GLOBAL WARMING
STOLE MY CREDIT CARD AND MY IDENTITY
DEFILED PUBLIC PROPERTY
AND TOOK MY MOTHER ON A DATE BUT NEVER CALLED HER BACK
BEWARE JACK MORGAN!
That's OK, Alex, I picked up his slack with your mom.
Nice meeting you, Jack!
You guys are awesome. All of you are welcome in the bay, and I can't wait to come back to Ashland. I love it here. I wish there were a reading while I was here. Next time, we should organize one.
absolutely.
i've been talking with Kasey and Jess about organizing our own reading series.
no mention of the drunk friends eh? I heard they disappeared without a trace...
They did disappear into the dark night, but I found them, alas. They were my ride home, after all.
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