Is signing books alone something like drinking alone?

     OK, so I'm sitting on my living room floor, signing a box of books for Dave at Paper and Ink. All alone. I could be signing them in my underwear and no one would know. But no, I wouldn't do that because that would be entirely too weird, even for me.
     There are only about 50 books left. Tomorrow I will go to MLAD on Jefferson Street and order more. Owner Mark Levans says it'll only take about a week.
     I do want to thank everyone who's purchased a copy of the first edition, for their support. This book sincerely was a labor of love ... one that I wanted to share with everyone. That's saying something, considering I used to get poor marks in school for my inability to share. Huh. Come to think of it, I also often "failed to show control," I "didn't respect the property of others," I "ran with scissors" and I "ate paste." No, wait a minute. That last one was David Watson.
    Thought for the day: If you eat paste, do your butt cheeks ultimately ... naw, I'm not going to go there.
In any event, there will be more books, so remember that Calamity and Courage would make a great Christmas gift!