I arrived at the signing drunk and belligerent, and sat behind a folding table. A woman made her way over with a baby in one hand and a DVD in another. “Hurry it up, mama, I don’t got all day,” I snapped. She approached nervously. I quickly signed her DVD, then shouted, “Now get that ugly baby outta here!” I’d lost the ability to censor myself. To a guy who was lingering at the table: “C’mon, man, nobody wants to talk to you. Go back to your park bench.” To a woman who was taking a photo with me: “Get your arm off of me, lady. You look diseased.” And the next person: “Look at those goddamned
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