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tucker max punched me in the face yesterday, and it was awesome.
ok, that's a lie. but i did touch tucker max! and i didn't ask gay questions, unlike the scores of asshole ugly idiot BU kids there, asking questions that could clearly be answered on his website. i clearly remember questions like "what's your favorite drink", "what books have influenced you as a writer", and "what was your best lay". idiots.
anyways, the back cover of his book mentions he spent half of a semester in law school in cancun, but has never been discussed, so i asked him about it. the audience, basically consisting of myself, theresa carpenter, a possibly drunk english guy, 6 guys from NU, and scores of ugly BU whores, got told a story, involving tucker max, girls asking him why there's a condom in their ass, and him walking down cancun's main drag wearing aforementioned woman's pink hot pants. that was awesome.
i also got my book signed; i told him my name was "a-tom", and that we were both in the two first names club. first, he asked me if my parents hated me. then then regaled me of another story about FOBs that he knew with wack names. i think this is the beginning of my life; my new life goal is to have a compilation of pictures of various celebrities, people of influence, and notable picture, much like ben bolger.
now i think i'm going to clean around or just sit around with my hand down my pants, al bundy style. good day.