To These Seniors, "Adult Undergarment" Means "Shoulder Holster"

The first copies of Damn Near Dead arrived in Houston yesterday. At left is Busted Flush Press owner David Thompson unpacking the very first box. (Or at least, pretending to unpack the first box because I asked him for a photo of him unpacking the first box. Ethics, schmethics. It's a blog!)

Anyway, to celebrate the launch, I'm giving away one copy of Damn Near Dead, signed by as many contributors (Crider! Gischler! Coleman! Abbott! Maybe even the other Abbott!) as I can round up in Austin. I'll even force Thompson to sign it. All you have to do is send me an email (duane.swier at verizon.net) between now and midnight Friday, with the words "Boulevard of Broken Hips" in the subject line. Oh, and your name and address, too.

This weekend, one of my kids will draw one email out of a hat (note to self: find a hat) and I'll announce the lucky winner on Monday. Not a bad deal, huh? Extra credit if you type the entire email in capital letters. Okay, I'm kidding about that last part.

Good luck!