Augie tried to push his way through he scrum of people outside the coffee shop. Hundreds clamored to get in. Police barked orders to back away on a megaphone. Shouts of dismay filled the air.
What is going on, Wally asked those around him.
Joe Del Priore is doing a rare reading from his latest book of stories, someone answered.
Who is he? Wally asked.
Where have you been the past five years, a man yelled. Nine collections of stories, with a tenth on the way. The man speaks to my soul. His work brings me to tears.
Police were ready to turn on the high powered hoses. Suddenly the proprietor came out and announced the writer would not be reading. He had suffered a panic attack and locked himself in the bathroom.
Genius is a lonely existence.
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