After the groundbreaking Thai-American literary event that I was part of a couple months ago, an audience member named Charlie was so titillated by the evening's program that he hunched down to the floor to to pick up the note cards I used in my bit and asked if he could keep them—as a sort of souvenir, I suppose. (I don't know for sure. For all I know, he could very well have slept with them or had tea parties with them.)Charlie and I had a pleasant conversation, and he gave me his e-mail address so that I could put him on my mailing list and so that he could be updated about every single move I make.
BUT I LOST THE LITTLE SLIP OF PAPER THAT HAD CHARLIE'S CONTACT INFO ON IT!
Now, Charlie probably thinks I ripped up his e-mail address and tossed it at a homeless person on my way home and that I'm a total asshole for ignoring a new fan.
Does anyone know this Charlie guy? Tell him to e-mail me! Or, better yet, Charlie, are you reading this? I didn't throw away your e-mail address! Contact me! (Click the "Contact Prince" link in the upper right side of this page.)
Charlie! Charlie! Charlie! Charlie! Charlie!
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