This kitten.
As proof that there is life after The Believer, Dave Eggers's 826 NYC is sponsoring a pretty fuck**g wonderful event, Scrabble for Cheaters.
For reasons you are encouraged to speculate upon, I'd like you to put High Maintenance Shorties north of $2000. To do so, please give to Lauren Hale.
I know it's a lot to ask.* However, this needs to happen, for cosmic and -- naturally -- entirely selfish reasons.
So here's what I'll do. The reader who digs deepest will receive either this unread, uncorrected proof of The Worst Book Ever Written**, or I'll drink you under the table at the Old Town Bar in Union Square, my treat. Come for the Mae West-sized urinals, stay for the scintillating conversation.
CLARIFICATION: I'm not in the tournament. But please for the love of Rod Dreher don't let that stop you from looting the college fund. Remember the kitten!
*K, could you help a brother out and toss a link my way? So long as I'm asking questions, wanna steamroll the upper echelons of the tax bracket this Wednesday at Magnetic Field? I think we could clean house.
**Put it on Ebay from whence it came, if you like.
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