Excuse me, but you can’t be here. “What?” Randos need to be supervised by a Grateful Dead at all times. Or at least John Mayer. “I’m not a rando. You own several of my books.” Ooohhhhh. Wow, sorry. You do not look like I expected, Mr. Pynchon. “Nope.” Are you one of the Brontë sisters? … Continue reading Steve Silberboy