So, last night I'm wandering around Union Square late at night... Or "early in the morning" if you want to be technical, and I find myself in Barnes and Noble to pick up a copy of Palahniuk's new book, "Rant". I'm flipping through this gargantuan pile of hardcover copies, trying to find the best copy, and in the back of the pile, what do I find but an abandoned autographed copy that never made it's way out of the book-signing when Chuck E. Poppididdiwok (I'm never quite sure how to pronounce the bastard's name) visited New York last month, when the book was fresh to stores.
Pretty god damn cool.
Last edited by long_lost_corleone; 06/24/07 07:35 PM.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
| 
