The Fish & Illiteracy Department.

[absinthe]

An open letter to the author(s) of the fictional work "Tales of a Punk Rock Nothing," which someone left at our house, allowing me the grand privilege of reading it.Dear Sir(s) or Madam(s

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[buscemi]

That'll teach you to read a book that was laying around. ;)

So then I said to Woody Allen, "Well, Camus can do, but Sartre is smartre."

[contrasoma]

Hm. I found an awesome impromptu bookshelf a couple of days ago that had been assembled out of plywood and cinderblocks sitting in the middle of a giant parking lot (where countless X-Files scenes were filmed, incidentally) a few blocks from my house. Almost took the old copies of "New Left Review" and the AE Housman novel that were sitting amongst the 70's gardening manuals.

Anyway, self-published goof = pwned. I'd be concerned about the sort of characters you're allowing into your domicile if that's the sort of stuff they've been reading...or even worse, purposely dropping at your house so you'll think they're like, literary and deep and shit.

How sad is it that I remember the source of your found volume's title? Ugh.

[subverseshun]

"shows up at the ultra-hip punk house he's moving into at 11:30 PM and everyone is mad at his "late" arrival because they're all in bed."

a punk house? more like the protagonist shows up early at 11:30am and they were all still sleeping because the party didn't end until 7am.