Here’s a story with no picture. One night, when Lisa Glatt was reading, I had taken one too many Wellbutrin (was trying to quit smoking) and had a panic attack that lasted the entire event. I hosted the event while my bones were quaking and then as the finale, told the audience that I had been having heart palpitations and night sweats throughout the entire affair. How I suffer for your art.


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