Three points, of varying importance

1) The reading went very well. I kind of feel like I have a knack for this shit. I read about potato soup and lobster, and skipped the schmaltzy WWJD part. Highlight: meeting Emily, who has something to learn about stalking. I am the master, dude.

The only disappointing thing was that no one commented on my hip-to-be-a-geek Firefly t-shirt.

2) Here is a creepy thing.

3) Okay, so, I just got hit on in the scariest way at the dog bar. In case I wind up in a dumpster somewhere: His name is Billy. He's an electrician, and he's working on a project on Hunter's Point Avenue. He's from Long Island, he likes Jameson's, and he kind of has no neck.