Here’s what I’m tripping on: I ran into author Sydney Molare on Facebook, checked out some excerpts of her hot new joint, I Want It Now, was impressed, and solicited her to send me a review copy. In between here and there, a new Kerouac bio, a re-read of Herb Boyd’s Baldwin bio, managing my extensive porno collection, making plans for a hedonist-trip to Chicago, book reviewing, Sanford & Son reruns, Golden Girls marathons, salt and vinegar chips, and banana and strawberry smoothies – !FINALLY! – Molare’s much anticipated package arrived. Lips watering, hands shaking, composure collected, I grabbed the package from my tiny narrow P.O. Box, and re-boarded the train towards downtown Phoenix where I’d have lunch at Tipps 88 Thai Restaurant over on University Drive. I sat in my favorite spot, sipped water, dipped spring rolls, stirred egg-drop soup, and stared at the hot Thai waitress’s firm ass before I opened up the floppy package. !KERPLUNK! !KERPLEWY! Instead, what I got was The Devil’s Orchestra…. a book Molare published FOUR years ago. …(cont)..
