Tonight is the day I get to humiliate myself.
For some unknown reason, I said yes when asked to participate in Literary Death Match.
For all those people out there over 40 (and I must include myself in this category) this is a series put on by Todd Zuniga’s Opium Magazine. It pits four writers against one another is a sort of literary battle. I expect that the zaniest, funniest, most outlandish pieces will get the most applause.
I will do my best. I vacillated between pieces to read. My choices were an essay about the time I got mugged while in labor and how I fell hard for the man who rid my house of skunks.
You will have to show up at Literary Death Match to find out which story I chose.
My opponents are the novelist Tod Goldberg, writer Lynka Adams and James Nestor, author of Get High Now.
The judges include actress and poet Amber Tamblyn, SF Chronicle scribe David Wiegand, and artist Paul Madonna.
It’s at 9 pm at the Verdi Club, 2424 Mariposa Street, San Francisco. (map)
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