A nice short story by Bobby Farouk.


Anyway, we took him upstairs, promising a reunion with his family, and when he sat down Williams shot him through the left eye. Something went wrong with that because he stood up, pointing and shouting at us.

new friend...octosquid

i'm ashamed

i went to see Transformers. it's just a bunch of...devices...squirming.

and saying things like, "GIVE ME THE CUBE, BOY."

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but life is good...eventful. mentally eventful. working on a new novel. working on Midnight Picnic. (soon presentable in rough form.) and i keep having strange encounters on subway cars.

Tonight's nerve.com reading at McNally Robinson was very crowded, at least 60 people in the audience, and the bookstore is nice. I liked all the readers. I signed a lot of copies of Fires. I like signing books.

Any pleasure I might have derived from this very successful reading, however, was imperiled by an audience member who attended, sat quietly in the back throughout the entire event, and then berated me on the street afterward with furious accusations. I'm sure it didn't help that this person, who I usually like a great deal, was the basis for a character in the story I read. All in all, an evening as problematic as it was rewarding.

NYTimes Urban Eye has a strange description of our reading tonight. I don't know where they got this; I didn't send it to them.

READINGS
Ah, to Be Writing About Young Love
It’s sexy time tonight, as writers from Nerve.com share their stuff. Nick Antosca reads from his novel “Fires,” a college love story set against an apocalyptic backdrop, while his former roommate Tao Lin will carefully pronounce things from his book “Eeeee Eee Eeee,” about the travails of a pizza delivery guy. The short-story authors Nelly Reifler — “See Through” about the surrealness of youth — and Rachel Sherman — “The First Hurt,” set in suburbia — will also try to get your mind, heart and body racing.
7 p.m. McNally Robinson bookstore, 52 Prince Street, SoHo, (212) 274-1160; free.

gmail chat with helen oyeyemi

me: i need something
i dont know what it is

helen: what?
hmmmm

me: i think it's love, or unmitigated worship
or just money

helen: wowwwrrrr
it'll come, i expect
find something to fill the time
like maybe you could read all of proust

me: i need a lobster roll
every day

helen: sounds good
(vomits)