Thursday, February 10, 2005

William Bryan Massey III a real fucking writer. He's been publishing his own little books of poetry and rants for years. Tonight, I finally got to meet him (at Carl Pack's birthday party, at the Wreck Room). He's still writing. Kat bought a copy of his latest book, and showed me a poem called "Father's Day" that made me cry. I came home and found out that Bryan actually has a web presence. Lucky for us.


Blogger Feel Special said...

Get his CD called "Live @ Black Dog Tavern/Fire, Brimstone & Beer... there's a line in which he tells his wife to "fetch him a beer, and make damn sure there's no nasty dishwater on his beer can..." I guess there couldn't be anything worst.

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