Since you do often lead one on, let me come to a detail concerning the distribution of fifty-dollar bills in the street. since "it was the only denomination that effing would accept", one of the first things i did was check whose face appeared on the fifty-dollar bill, a detail i had forgotten; and it turns out it's grant, a name that can be severally connected with dealing out money--grants or graft--particularly in a context where effing advises fog "not to to take anything for granted". you make that sort of temptation constant. i see. but i'll tell you: this too, has an absolutely autobiographical source. the fifty-dollar bills, i mean. in fact, as i told you earlier, i've been writing this little book about money. i'm almost done, i have about two days to go; a 130-page autobiographical essay about money. hand to mouth--that's what i'm calling it. it's about my early days. "hand to mouth--a chronicle of early failure": that's the full title. in the book, i talk about different experiences having to do with money. lots of jobs, lots of people i met along the way, the stupidity with which i lived my life as a younger person, always broke, always in trouble, that freelance life of translating and hack work, of never knowing if you'll manage to pay the rent. anyway, there's a passage in which i talk at great length about this experience. h.l. humes, does the name ring any bells for you? yes, the guy who gave away his money in the streets? he was a novelist. one of the founders of the paris review. and considered in the fifties as one of the most promising young american novelists. he wrote two novels. harold humes was his name. doc humes, he was later called. humes, hume: you see: there you go. ; one was called underground city, an enormous book. and then another book with the wonderful title of men die. anyway, in 1969, just as i was getting ready to graduate from columbia, in the spring of `69, this guy shows up on the columbia campus, giving away fiftydollar bills. i eventually got to know him. he actually wound up living in my apartment for about two weeks--but that's another story. he was a shattered, devastated character with all kinds of problems--shock treatments and so forth--and he couldn't write anymore. he talked obsessively. in fact, remember charlie bacon, with his radio plugged into his ear? that was doc. i took it straight, again, from life: what the nuclear weapons are doing under the ground. the "thumpers", he used to call them. forgive me for interrupting you briefly here, but, parenthetically, i saw you had plenty of notes and xeroxes of books on the enola gay and bombing and nuclear bombs, etc. among your moon palace manuscripts. yes. there was going to be more, but it got stripped down. one of the currents of thinking in the book that atrophied as time went on. anyway, 33 and poker faq. Howl at the moon open at 3 pm. happy hour 3 - 8 pm, well, domestic longnecks & pints, sm pitchers, lg pitchers. kitchen open 4 - 9 pm. monday munchies 4 - 9 with reduced prices on appetizers best deal in town! free texas hold-'em poker software tournament at 6: 30 pm. sign-up begins one hour before playing time. no cash - play for prizes and points. great chance to learn the hottest game around. ibt's -open noon. happy hour noon-8pm, dj craig carter 10pm-2am .50 well vodka drinks, all drink specials not available during special events. venture-n - open 9am. patio 6pm. free pool til 4pm. .75 skyy martinis 4-8pm. woody's - open 10am. w special happy hour til 2pm .50 well or domestic longnecks. regular happy hour 2-8. karaoke w michael d. 9-1 yard dog - open daily 8am. 50 off any top shelf rum until 8pm. beer bust 4-8pm. patio bar opens 7pm and poker runs.