Jack Rudloe, Gulf Specimen Lab, in Panacea,
had a new book coming out. I drove over
to interview him Pot Luck. I went by the Wakulla News
and asked if they would run my interview. They would.
He was doing a reading at a new bookstore in Crawfordville.
I asked them if they would stock my books. They would.
On the way out of town, I picked up a newspaper, with an ad,
for the reading. The book-signing. The book-release party.
They had cropped the picture on the cover of the book
to take out the marijuana leaf. The cropped picture
looked like the man-ant creature in Matinee, mant,
reaching out to pinch Cathy Moriarty's ass.

I fucked her. I fucked myself. I made fun of the paper,
and the bookstore, and they didn't run my interview,
they didn't stock my books. They told me to take
a flying fuck at a rolling donut.