david sent me an awesome birthday box, and this book was inside, ready to make me laugh at the misfortunes of dinosaurs, snowmen, and cassette tapes.
oh, and also, me:
however, the really poignant thing about this book is that there was a small fire at the store on sunday, and the water from the putting out of the fire leaked down to the ground floor, onto the table where this book was featured. so guess what?? all this book’s friends are indeed dead—drowned and waterlogged and swollen with nasty cindered firewater.
so thanks for all the birthday cheer, and when you see this book on a table somewhere, take a moment to read through it and laugh at the misfortunes of others, and pour out a little of your OE for all the book’s dead homies.
(why are you drinking malt liquor in a bookstore, you degenerate?? go home!!)