Went to the library yesterday
having not shaved and wearing bummy clothes because of working in the yard. Also had a drink or two.
This little shy librarian got all nervous when I approached with a slip of paper on which I had scrawled "Junky, Naked Lunch - William S. Burroughs."
She had to order Naked Lunch from another branch of the library but they didn't have Junky at all. I had her spell it "Junky" AND "Junkie" just in case.
I asked her, "Can you think of any other way to spell Junky?" and she might have caught a whiff of booze, I'm not sure, but she wouldn't look me in the eye, and said, "Uh...no, sir."
I said, "Sir? William Burroughs you call sir. Me, you call me when my book arrives."
ok, that very last part, i didn't really say that.