gig at Myopic Books was well-attended and within
stumbling distance of both The Liquid Kitty, which is an artificially
club, and Eric and Kittys, who are Scotts friends, where we
crashed after making our way through a fifth of Bushmills. We read
at Borders and all three of us stole books. Then there was a poetry
slam at the Green Mill which Scott won, even though his poem was clearly
a spontaneous plagiarism of Audre Lorde. Then there was a fight. But we
escaped with our only injuries being a broken pencil. We liked the neighborhood
so much, we later opened our office there.
Though we were in no position to pay the lease on the office that first
We tried to get the MacArthur people to give us grants. But it didnt work. So we went to Madison.