Scott Heim touched down in San Francisco today, and that bitch went to Amoeba Records without me! How can you deprive me the joy of standing over your shoulder impatiently during the second hour of you circling the bargain bin?!
Instead, we had sushi with a friend of his, who happens to be an award-winning photographer—but they are photographs that you cannot show your mother and they are awards that your mother wouldn't even know existed. (Yes, it is what you think.)
Scott reads from We Disappear Tuesday night at Books Inc. on Market Street. I'm there. If I can find a cape, that's what I'll be wearing.