Many people know that I do the majority of Fat City's writing in the Brookline Public Library. Not only does this joint have free parking and many leather bound books it's right down the street from my girlfriend's apartment in case I need to use "the facilities."

Until I got my snazzy wireless Internet card, I used to hide in the silent study wing called "The Brookline Room" so no creeps and degenerates would pick their scabs on me (PS, some dude just ripped a loud fart in the lobby, I heard it from 90 feet away) and I could get some work done. For the past two days I've been out and about in the library's general population and I've made an astonishing find. Kids love coming here and checking out porn. I was in mid e-mail to Far From Finished's Steve Neary when I glanced up and caught some dude surfing through big booty babes and only1goodass.com. Right now, there's some 14-year-old gawking at boobs on the sly while "surfing through myspace." I wonder if the gray-haired hag looking at homes for sale to his right knows that he's about 15 minutes from rubbing one out in the handicapped stall. But I digress.

Oh well, back to the cracker factory!

Jay