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Naked Lunch Redux — Tonight at Amnesia

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If you’re fucked up like me, you’ve read Naked Lunch [several times.] It has a permanent place on my bookshelf and will always be near and dear to my…veins. Burroughs is a legend and conversations about his work, his involvement in the literary scene as well as just exactly how much of all that shit is true is endlessly fascinating. If you’re looking for a reason to bone over books, look no further. Tonight, Amnesia has you covered with the Naked Lunch Redux, a gathering of local artists, writers, scholars and musicians will discuss the work in full length, as well as read excerpts. Amnesia seems like the perfect atmosphere, but, really, get a liquor license already, guys. I want a vodka and coke.

Naked Lunch Redux at Amensia
853 Valencia Street near 19th Street [Mission]
Sunday, November 21st, 7pm
FREE!

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Monica Miller - The Intern

Ms. Miller was born in San Diego, CA to one lesbian mother and one
righteous, cheap father. Currently, she is enrolled at San Francisco
State University for a B.A. in Journalism and the approximate
completion date is around 2015. She has worked for many papers in the
Bay Area, including the Oakland Tribune and the San Mateo Country
Times and is currently the city editor at one of the most
underappreciated publications in SF, the Golden Gate [X]press. Though
she may find bargains aplenty, it only stems from the necessity of
never landing an actual job and working for hacks [like Stuart.] With
intelligence, style, poise, bite, and honesty, she will rip your heart
out; but not before writing some awesome, poignant shit. This year,
she is looking forward to bigger and better things such as: trying to
get paid for a gig, actually finding a date that isn't a loser or
fucking crazy, not calling her parents when hungover and bringing you
the best of the 7x7 everyday of the week. [By the way, I wasn't
kidding about the date thing; if you love food, booze and shoegaze,
get at me.]