The scene begins shortly after my arrival at the Omega Memoir Festival in Rhinebeck, New York.
photo courtesy of Paula's Plate
I am drinking straight from the bottle when she walks in. And I am topless.
I hear the porch door open - hear the creek of flaccid floorboards. I stare at the knob and wait. I tell you it did not turn. The door flies open and there I am - sucking straight from a bottl…
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