Last month, my pal Rob Web (not his real name) agreed to let me read at the Circus of the Shattered Monkey at the Zeitgeist in Cambridge. I told my funeral story, because I’m obsessed with it, apparently, and I wore orange flowers in my hair, because I love orange.
Roodles took some pictures, the better to immortalize my foolishness. I swear to you that I am much better looking in real life. I’m not 60 years old, for one thing. It’s not Rod’s fault, by the way. I am, in actual fact, the least photogenic person on the planet, including Tom Brady. Those of you who live in the Boston area and have seen his Dunkin Donuts ads will know what I mean.