My grandparents bought old issues of Eppo for me at the local market—I’ve told this before—and usually the posters were gone by then. I remember seeing this one being advertized on the cover, and hoped like crazy the previous owner had left it in: but alas.
My grandparents bought old issues of Eppo for me at the local market—I’ve told this before—and usually the posters were gone by then. I remember seeing this one being advertized on the cover, and hoped like crazy the previous owner had left it in: but alas.

"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
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