Last night went to the much touted Literary Death Match, hosted by none other than our beguiling Erin Hosier and the kinetic Todd Zuniga. All in the service of a literary magazine called Opium. And from what I could gather twenty and thirty somethings hooking up.

Very fun, as you know mother doesn’t get out much. Hilarious “judges.” Four fearless writers, my favorite Rivka Galchen. Can’t tell if she won because there was total mayhem at the end of the death match when the two finalists battled it out in the final round known as  “Poet or Madman.” Never mind the redundancy.

 Bottom line: kids still love literature, still love death, sex, and $1 beer. As the woman at the gym said this morning, praising the joy of a hot shower, Hallelujah. Thank you Jesus.

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