I bought it at the local indie bookstore* ( Quimby's in Chicago, if anybody's keeping score).


And I went to the local coffee spot to enjoy it. Unfortunately, I opened it to the first page and started laughing aloud. It made me look like "The Crazy Guy in the Corner", so I had to wait until I got home. I'm about to read it in a few.





*- and now I know how non-Crate Digger/DJ's feel at Record Stores. This guy was looking at me like I was an undercover cop. In that "you've never been in here, who told you about this place?" kinda way. Maybe I should've had on a "Bookstore Geek" approved t-shirt, and not a hoodie from my Alma Mater. ( Go Illini, you bitches!!!!!)