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From Marcus

Most importantly: This book is yours. It's your voice, your jokes, your patter. Nobody else could have written it, and your personality shines through from open to close without ever hiding behind jargon or generic descriptions. That's a a rare and impressive feat.

November 2015

 

Readability

Marcus started reading the book after the podcast. Throughout the afternoon and evening I got updates. By night he was finished, texting me his thoughts after midnight. This is gonna be a hell of a conversation!

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Honest

I didn't write it for revenge.

I wrote it because it was the truth.

Today's writing

Here’s the thing about loss: it hides and lurks in plain sight. That young mother who just wheeled her tiny baby past you in an expensive stroller? She had three miscarriages before this little boy and is terrified of losing him. The couple seemingly joined at the crotch coming out of the movie theater? He cheated on her a week ago and she knows it, but still she can’t fathom the idea of being without him. The crack in the sidewalk? It’ll break your back, but still you’ll step on it anyway.

Chris gives me (digital) ink

It's here. 

Missing him

 

How can this guy no longer be with us, as they say? So full of life, of naughtiness and mischief and adventure. At least it was quick we say, trying to hold back the tears. Sometimes it works. Sometimes we dissolve. 

The call

It was the vet's number. We listened, sharing my headphones, arms around each other. I'm concerned, she kept saying. Concerned.

We made the decision that had no alternative. Then we hung up and held on to one another. 

Tears

I told Maya last night that I've only seen Adam cry in two circumstances: putting a pet to sleep and when I've thrown something in his general direction. That's the damn truth.

Van Morrison, "And it Stoned Me"

Half a mile from the county fair
And the rain came pourin' down
Me and Billy standin' there
With a silver half a crown

Hands are full of a fishin' rod
And the tackle on our backs
We just stood there gettin' wet
With our backs against the fence

Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Hope it don't rain all day

And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like Jelly Roll
And it stoned me
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like goin' home
And it stoned me

Then the rain let up and the sun came up
And we were gettin' dry
Almost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us by
So we jumped right in and the driver grinned

And he dropped us up the road
Yeah, we looked at the swim and we jumped right in
Not to mention fishing poles

Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Let it run all over me

And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like Jelly Roll
And it stoned me
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like goin' home
And it stoned me

On the way back home we sang a song
But our throats were getting dry
Then we saw the man from across the road
With the sunshine in his eyes

Well he lived all alone in his own little home
With a great big gallon jar
There were bottles too, one for me and you
And he said Hey! There you are

Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Get it myself from the mountain stream

And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like Jelly Roll
And it stoned me
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like goin' home
And it stoned me

And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like Jelly Roll
And it stoned me
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like goin' home
And it stoned me

BEARDED LADY launch: Oct. 4!

I'll be in conversation with my good friend Marcus Banks, who is coming all the way from New York for this! Click here to learn more and to buy tickets ... details below. Would love to see you there!

The 411:

DATE: Tuesday, Oct. 4, 2022

TIME: 7 p.m.

WHO: Me and Marcus Banks

WHY? Because BEARDED LADY is launching! See you there!

Ten years ago, Isla Vista

 

A year ago