
We stood on the corner of Jackoff and Asshole under a buzzing, flickering streetlight—I wanted to put it out of its misery, but I had no gun and could not reach the sky. Greg leaned into Rita, her back arched against the rough, splintered wood of the light pole while I mostly looked the other…

Jeff Parker reads from his memoir, Where Bears Roam the Streets. Bonus reading: “Erratic Fire, Erratic Passion” a poem inspired by Metta World Peace.

The real Shane Hinton reads about all the other fictional Shane Hintons that one particular fictional Shane Hinton invited to a BBQ.

Erica Dawson, as “Erica Dawson,” in ERICA DAWSON! (Also known as, the only writer to be invited to read at two separate Functions.)

Dagmar had been my own first hope and inspiration for a future beyond the ordinary. She had become the source of all my earliest discovery and flight and fame fantasies. But I let Dagmar and her famous big breasts slip through my fingers.