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*Warning* Christopher John Campion uses adult language and discusses adult situations.
Poppin' my cherry on this here bloggity thing. I've never blogged before or ever even remotely had the urge. Don't get me wrong. I can be as blustery and opinionated as the next but I'm just not into this whole "constant communication" deal that alotta people are so jazzed up about. I'm not a Blackberry or iphone guy and really don't wanna be tethered to the world every Goddamn second of the day, talking, texting, emailing, and blogging, which is...ummm...uh...what I'm doing right now, I guess. Shit, that hurt. I'm a blogger. Don't tell anyone. I have a reputation as an incorrigible fuckup to protect.
It's 2:20 in the morning and I'm currently pacing back and forth reading aloud from my book, Escape From Bellevue:A Dive Bar Odyssey that's being published by Gotham Books on March 19th. I got a big reading/ book signing/concert thingee with my band, Knockout Drops (I'm the lead vocalist) the following night at a venue called 92YTribeca here in New York City. It's already sold out and I'm really psyched about that but also a tad nervous. I'm no stranger to unhinged jack-ass-ery from behind a microphone (it's actually part of my stock in trade), but I've never had to read composed stuff to three hundred people before. "Tis a bit daunting, I won't lie, so I'm just up practicing trying to get comfortable with it.



