A bellyful a you an that Leavenworth stuff.
Christ but that took a while. Quarter to two this morning in Wilsonville and I look up and say, that’s it?
Apparently it was.
Paper copies of chapter No. 7: “Gin-soaked,” debut today, right here: the Portland Zine Symposium at PSU’s Smith Memorial Ballroom. I’ll have the full run of chapbooks, naturally enough, plus photo prints and some nifty little buttons so you can show which fifth of Portland you happen to’ve fallen into. (All thanks to the Spouse for which.) Look for the table with the roses. —If you can’t make it to downtown Portland, order it here and I’ll put it in the mail for you. Or you could always wait until August 3rd when it’ll begin to appear online.
This one’s an odd one. I usually have no idea if something works right after I’m done with it, but I have no idea if I’ll ever have an idea whether this one worked. Ah, well! Up and on to the next.
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