A man dials a number scrawled on the men’s room wall and discovers just how painful a good time can be; a Jewish woman falls for a Philo-Semitic skinhead; a young poet finds that the only way to stimulate her beau is to moan, “You are Edmund Wilson! You are Edmund Wilson! You’re, you’re… better than Edmund Wilson!” But whatever the story, on this night everybody got lucky.  Please note: This reading contains sexually explicit language.

Recorded Wednesday, February 08, 2006 at Abbey Pub.