New Yuck: you got marching orders
Get your bad self to the release party for Issue 3 of The Crier. 7PM tonight at the Cake Shop, 152 Ludlow, wherever the fuck that is. Why? Because me an' Skinny done wrote some o' that shit. Besides, Gawker will be in the place, and you know you look terrible enough to be a part of "Blue States Lose," or whatever that fake Vice "Don't" thing is. There's gonna be a reading too, so I guess that means somebody I never met will read what I wrote.
Come to think of it, Skinny, did they even invite us to this shit?
UPDATE: As it turns out, we're slated for Issue 4. Well, at least we know we didn't get cut.
Labels: Writing on paper