I'm going to forget about my semester's final projects for a few days and instead I will grow out my hair and drive this car, hard, to Chicago, swim up the Schlitz River, and read my poems at Danny's with Christian Hawkey. This Wednesday night at 7:30 sharp. If you are reading this right now, and are in/near Chicago, then you should come hear the two of us read our little hearts out, despite your own final exams. Fail your classes, but do not fail me.