It was at Tucker’s Mr. Carlson’s house. I was on painkillers and couldn’t drink anything and was sweating like a fiend and getting in everybody’s way with my dumb crutches, but I enjoyed it anyway. Nice to do something social. Talked to some interesting people. And saw a few other interesting people I didn’t get to meet. Like this fellow:
That’s Labash in the background, poking his head around the corner. He wrote about Marion Barry, and Marion Barry showed up to his book party. That tells you something about Matt Labash. Something very good.
Buy his book. I’m not asking, I’m telling with this.