Just a punk hippie, book obsessed chick sharing my quite biased opinions on books and whatever else flips my skirt at the time. Especially if it's about kitties. Or Jim Morrison.
I remember the first set at the Mab. I jumped offstage and bounced off the piano and landed hard on some guy and pinned him to the floor. I looked down. It was Jello. (of the Dead Kennedys for those who don't know) Sorry about that, Chief.