Despite being a writer, I’ve been invited to give a reading. Publicly.
Get a pen, a Palm, or something useful to jot this down.
SATURDAY, JANUARY 8, 2005
85 East 4th Street (b/w 2nd & 3rd)
“Still decorated with period photographs and Marxist aphorisms, this joint is where boho literati read, perform and swill hooch.”
Boho and hooch. Right, so me.
Please come support me. Please? (read: she’s begging again) There are only two questions left… what do I wear to The East Village, and what do I read in The East Village?