Retirement, here I come.
So today I went to Quimby’s to buy Nick Cave’s The Death of Bunny Munro because I love Nick Cave and he wrote a new book and I love books too. It’s all happening, right? That shit is on some snake-eat-tail level. Inescapable.
While there, I asked the scrawny, bespectacled ginger at the counter to check on the sales status of Rosario Dawson Loves Me, the ‘zine for which this website serves as the drafting board. Not only did he actually know what I was talking about, he said, “I thiiiink we have … one.” to which I replied, “You sold one?” because that’s crazy, and he says, “No, I think we have one left.”
And do you know what? They did. Which means FOUR PEOPLE I HAVE NEVER MET bought a copy. FOUR! At the $.90 I am raking in per issue, that is ALMOST FOUR DOLLARS. Conceive of it, mortals! Finally, I can fulfill my lifelong dream of going, “No, don’t worry about it. Money is no object.”
To all four of you, thank you. I truly hoped you enjoyed reading it half as much as I enjoyed making it. Look for volume two in time for Christmas.
Also, speaking of Christmas, did you know Rosario Dawson Loves Me makes a great stocking stuffer? Or kindling? Or a flyswatter? That’s right, it’s a multifaceted recession buster. Versatile and priced to move. It also helps level wobbly tables!
Again, thank you. I really do hope you liked it.
