A woman at work asked me Friday if
I had anything planned this weekend,
and
I said, "Nope." I didn't tell her
I was giving a presentation at a
writers conference.
Once, I was a headliner at the Underground Literary Alliance
(ULA)
Legends of the Underground readings in New York City.
I wore my ULA Literary All-Star
trading card around my neck.
Like an ID card. She was the site security officer.
We don't need no stinking
badges, man.
We are the underground. Look for us
under your bootstep, Camerado.
My
B & B Feed & Seed gimme cap
with the anatomically correct boar hog on
it.
