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"
A
poetry
reading
?
"
"
Yeah
,
at
the
University
.
"
"
All
right
,
get
in
.
"
He
was
a
liquor
salesman
.
The
back
seat
of
his
car
was
packed
with
cases
of
beer
.
"
Have
a
beer
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
get
me
one
too
.
"
He
got
us
there
.
We
drove
right
up
into
the
campus
center
and
parked
on
the
lawn
in
front
of
the
auditorium
.
We
were
only
15
minutes
late
.
I
got
out
,
vomited
,
then
we
all
walked
in
together
.
We
had
stopped
for
a
pint
of
vodka
to
get
me
through
the
reading
.
I
read
about
20
minutes
,
then
put
the
poems
down
.
"
This
shit
bores
me
,
"
I
said
,
"
let
’
s
talk
to
each
other
.
"
I
ended
up
screaming
things
at
the
audience
and
they
screamed
back
at
me
.
That
audience
wasn
’
t
bad
.
They
were
doing
it
for
free
.
After
about
another
30
minutes
a
couple
of
professors
got
me
out
of
there
.
"
We
’
ve
got
a
room
for
you
,
Chinaski
,
"
one
of
them
said
,
"
in
the
women
’
s
dormitory
.
"
"
In
the
women
’
s
dorm
?
"
"
That
’
s
right
,
a
nice
room
.
"
