Good people:

I’m reading some incredibly great, dark shit by Stranger writer and editor extraordinaire Charles Mudede tonight at Bus Stop. It’s the first night of a new reading series at this relatively new bar (it’s next to Bimbo’s on Pine), and I can’t vouch for what the other curators are doing, but my theme is “The Collected Works of Charles Mudede.”

The reading series happens every Tuesday this summer, and “The Collected Works of Charles Mudede” doesn’t actually take place until sometime in August, but tonight I’m reading a sneak peek of what’s on offer.

Tantilizing quote: “Seattle is deathless, with a quality of light that is as angular as Green River Land, but instead inspires poetry and romance rather than rape fantasies and death.”

Plus, alcohol.