I’m reading at this Tuesday’s Quickies! in Chicago, if you’re here. Four minutes each, a bunch of good fun people sitting and standing inside what still counts as my favorite bar in the city. Come on.
Sleep is playing the neighborhood auditorium tonight, so they’re out in force, roaming the streets. Meanwhile across the street there’s a cop car parked facing the wrong way, it’s a one way street and this cop car’s doing nothing right. Total disregard. I got sausage on the table and a real sharp knife. Crackers, too.