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Wednesday are for suckers. Best to keep your head down, try to go unnoticed. They are for mean folk and angry motorists and people that knock you over in the night. If you are with me you are thinking Wednesday is a good day to stay inside. Read.

Thursdays are another story.

So here is to Thursday, and the new book by today's author (actually the author of today's piece, not the author of Wednesday which would, given our previous statements on that enemy of a day, be a considerable put-down) Billeh Nickerson, to be released tomorrow. Thursday that is, because it is well past midnight on the edges of East Vancouver; with no hi-speed internet & two cats & one dog and no love or red hot things anywhere & no passion—It is already screaming Wednesday in here.

The book is published by the good people at Arsenal Pulp Press. It's called Let Me Kiss It Better and judging by today's offering it will be very good.

The release party is somewhere in downtown Vancouver tomorrow, October 17th, 2002—ah Thursday!—in a bar (you'll never get in) not on but affiliated with Homer, that's all we can really say (though the passwords, I am quite sure, include both Mike and Reno); that and Matt and I will be there with bells and clothes on. And we won't be the only ones—KJB.