Author’s note:

I was walking through a late New York City weeknight with acclaimed
poet Mike McGee. We had been dancing ridiculously with the brilliant poets of the
Bowery Poetry Club and The Louder Arts lushes from Bar 13. We were in the mood.
You know that mood,
when no one leaves early, no wallflowers are left, the dancing escalating
into prime morning conversation embarrassment.
Mike and I began officially wandering the streets. I love wandering … when I have
money to get home.
That night I had some.
I think we were near 14th st. and Blasted. We found some graffiti.
We stared at it until booze tears welled up a little.
He took a photo of it. It became the title of this book.
You should make someone’s day by posting the phrase somewhere.
Here’s to not getting caught, here’s to writing like you’re posessed,
Here’s to you being nuts,
D.