as I am trying to book
the book release gig in LA,
a guy who runs a reading
in Pasadena hit me back
and asked where he could
read my poetry.
I sent him a link
to Wells Fargo,
and he responded with
a deserved question mark,
which made me remember
that this dude doesn't know me
or my sense of humor
from a hole in Holly.
so I sent him a link to this
and warned him,
saying that I only publish
the weird shit here
and inside jokes about girls,
but he said that he would buy
one of the other books as well.
I am waiting on Amazon
to deliver to him,
but I don't really care,
because I don't want to do
that damn thing in Pasadena anyways,
and Marty lives in Venice
so there goes my boat.