After some particularly poor planning left me eating a random protein bar for breakfast and about twelve almonds for lunch, I immediately, upon checking into my hotel, ranged out and lucked onto . . . I think it was Hill Country Chicken? Which is my kind of place: pump your own ketchup, Doobie Brothers on the speakers, fried chicken in a bag. After which:

Then the next morning, after breakfast with my agent BJ Robbins (cool place, great agent), after having my badge sneaked aroun…

The White Horse after Indigenous Writers Night, with only ONE Indian there (me) (soon to be corrected)
Friday the 13th intro
Rushdie event/talk
on the Denver news for a blip
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