That thing where you’re walking down a deserted, dark,...

That thing where you’re walking down a deserted, dark, rainy Brooklyn street after a long day of writing and you step over a business card with the name of a group on it that YOU JUST MADE UP. In your BOOK. You know, world, it’s hard enough to stay sane when you spend all day making stuff up. Making crap in the real world collide? IT’s NOT HELPING!