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Chapter 67

           "Hey,howaboutus?"Avoicefromneartheback.

           Itookabottleandloopeditthroughtheair.Ithrewafewmorebackthere.Theyweregood.Theycaughtthemall.Thenoneslippedoutofmyhandandwenthighintotheair.Ihearditsmash.Idecidedtoquit.Icouldseealawsuit:skullfracture.

           Therewere20bottlesleft.

           "Now,therestofthesearemine!"

           "Yougonnareadallnight?"

           "I’mgonnadrinkallnight..."

           Applause,jeers,belches...

           "YOUFUCKINGHUNKOFSHIT!"someguyscreamed.

           "Thankyou,AuntTilly,"Ianswered.

           Isatdown,adjustedthemike,andstartedonthefirstpoem.Itbecamequiet.Iwasintheringalonewiththebullnow.Ifeltsometerror.ButIhadwrittenthepoems.Ireadthemout.Itwasbesttoopenuplight,apoemofmockery.Ifinisheditandthewallsrocked.Fourorfivepeoplewerefightingduringtheapplause.Iwasgoingtoluckout.AllIhadtodowashanginthere.

           Youcouldn’tunderestimatethemandyoucouldn’tkisstheirass.Therewasacertainmiddlegroundtobeachieved.

           Ireadmorepoems,drankthebeer.Igotdrunker.Thewordswerehardertoread.Imissedlines,droppedpoemsonthefloor.ThenIstoppedandjustsattheredrinking.

           "Thisisgood,"Itoldthem,"youpaytowatchmedrink."

           Imadeaneffortandreadthemsomemorepoems.FinallyIreadthemafewdirtyonesandwounditup.

           "That’sit,"Isaid.

           Theyyelledformore.

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