Meet me out back by the dumpster.
Because that's where I host my weekly book club. Entry fee is a 40 and a bag of spicy pork rinds. There's generally two or three of us and we intelligently discuss the latest local mug shot newspapers. You'd be surprised at the poetry and word play in some of those. Don't believe me? Fine. Go back to reading your cereal boxes in the tub, hater.
Wine and Paperbacks scented