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On Thursday I had to speak at a workshop on 19th & Mission. I live on 30th & Mission. I decided to walk it. I always get nerved up when I'm about to speak publicly, so I took 2 Xanax and a double shot of vodka. Xanax makes me sweat and walking does too, so by the time I got to 19th & Mission I headed into the dark bar called Sacrifice (19th & Van Ness) to dry out. My flask was filled with vodka just in case I totally freaked out at the venue.

Another thing that tends to happen when I’m about to engage in public speaking is my bowels like to let loose. Diarrhea.

Yes, I do speak publicly, but my bodily functions make me pay dearly for it.

And I sweat.

When I got to the venue, I thought we were going to be asked questions from a panelist, but it turned out we were scheduled to speak about independent publishing individually. I didn't want to just give a boring history of Cherry Bleeds, so I spoke about my trouble with public speaking and how my bowels take a life of their own. The fuckers.

From there I segued into some info regarding how to steal web space from corporations and why most 'zines and writers suck……thus affirming my resolve to suck as a writer and a zinester with the rest of them.

After the event we (the guests and speakers) drank tons of beer.

I slept in on Friday. My bowels were much better, thanks for asking.

Tonight, my wife and I are going to a party for Opium Magazine in the Lower Haight and then heading over to the Tenderloin (220 Club) to see The Bar Feeders, a great punk band from Los Angeles. The Weird Weather (local 'zine) crew will be there to punk out with us.

I need coffee.
I feel incomplete.

Necesito el café.
Me siento incompleto.

Posted by Tony DuShane at February 1, 2003 01:55 PM