This Thursday at 8 p.m. there will be a launch party for a new thingamajob I wrote titled the "The Great Dysmorphia: An Epistemological View of Ingesting Hallucinogenic Mushrooms at a 2012 Republican Presidential Debate". Honestly, if the title alone doesn't pique your interest, I'll go ahead and consider myself a pretty shitty writer.
There's been a bit of (intentional) confusion about the nature of this project, so I'll quickly clear things up: This is not a new book proper. This is, let's call it, an extended essay. A non-fiction novella. It will only be available in e-book form on Kindle or iTunes or Nook or some of that other stuff that I myself do not even own.
It was and is part of this much larger, much longer project that, over the course of the last two years, I've written about five to six chapters of and that will take me at least another three to five to finish. Basically what happened, though, was I did this really weird thing and wrote something I thought was pretty fun and realized I shouldn't just sit on it until the end of this whole larger, longer project.
Therefore, it will only cost you a $1.99. I spend $1.99 all the time on all sorts of crap, and I can promise you this: it will be the best one-dollar-and-ninety-nine cents you have ever spent in your entire life, period. So you should buy it. If you want to listen to me talk about it, check out Hank Thompson's podcast "Winners and Losers" where, he, myself and comedian Jeff Steinbrunner discuss hallucinogens, the politics of science education, and, obviously the mythical sexual practice known as "scissoring."
However, if you live in Chicago, you should also come to the launch party for several reasons. First of all, I managed to get this awesome Chicago rock band named Pipes & Drums to agree to play after my reading, and they kick a panty-melting, arrythmia-inducing amount of ass. I also got RedEye front man and social butterfly extraordinaire Ernest Wilkins to emcee the festivities (no word yet if he's going to get Aaron Paul to show up).
In addition, there will also be a bullshit raffle, which will cost you nothing and probably involve Post-It notes instead of actual raffle tickets. You will notice the impressive cover art, which was designed by a phenomenal artist and designer working in Denver, Colorado—a guy named Ben Orsborn. The winner will take home a signed poster of the book cover, which I can only imagine will be worth a fortune after my arrest.
Finally, there will be great amounts of drinking and revelry as Black Rock has agreed to all kinds of fantastic food deals and drink specials with little idea of the deviant behavior most of my fans are capable of. They would be wise to put a tarp down.