Day in the Life of an Idiot

Long ago at Minicon, Tate Halloway and I did a signing together, stuck out next to a pillar in the echoing second floor where nobody, apparently, could find us. I was underslept and absolutely tongue-tied. You were SO GREAT. At some point, the only two people I recall coming to get either of us to sign anything arrived simultaneously, we each signed for our lone fan, and then we couldn't revive the fragile thread of communication. I guarantee this was mostly my fault. But because we'd had a cordial conversation, we were able to relapse into our phones for the rest of the hour.

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