N___, a fine artist and recently retired teacher at a school for troubled adolescents, cast an eye over MESSIAHS, MESHUGGANAHS, MISANTHROPES & MYSTERIES and said, “I’ve been called most of those things. But not all of them”
Sold copies to a retired social worker, who can’t make the event, and to two practicing therapist, one of whom can’t and one of whom who can. (Each received a t-shirt.) Gave a book to a retired electrician who had once given me a semi-valuable book by the Hairy Who. One semi-retired attorney in North Jersey received his Kindle version. One cartoonist and one fellow from the comix world reported buying copies.
Sold a t-shirt to an artist in NYC who had previously bought a book. Swapped a copy (and a t-shirt) to a former tree trimmer/photographer/rock drummer currently living in his van in return for a belt of Mexican leather with a scorpion design and a buckle from the Himalayas from which the lapis had fallen off. A retired mime said he would love to buy a copy but doesn’t have room in his house for it.
New declinations from invitees because they must play in an chamber music recital in Livermore, they are attending a six-year-old grandson’s birthday party, and they have been hospitalized with bleeding from the penis. (Well, we wouldn’t want him.)
Meanwhile, the cakes have been ordered and a semi-professional sound system promised by F___. I have declined his offers of music and to introduce me before I read.
So many Bob Levins on the Internet; I'm the Bob Levin who writes.