My wife struck up an internet friendship with Lisa Carver of Suckdog fame, and when Lisa was on tour promoting her book
Drugs Are Nice, I made dinner for her and her entourage at our house.
We then went to her "reading", which of course was a bit of a performance art thing (I've got some photos
here) featuring what she basically does today which is to get young women to relive her life for her in a manipulative cult leader sort of fashion (like everything she does, kind of cool, kind of questionable, and certainly interesting.) This particular gig at Dunes in Portland was just a couple nights after she was attacked by members of the Church of Satan in San Francisco for stuff she wrote about Anton La Vey and his daughter in the book, so there was difinitely an edge to the night.
We showed up to Dunes before even the bar staff had come to unlock the door, and that's when Lisa became convinced she'd seen her infamous ex Boyd Rice. I don't know if it was really him or not, or if she's just obsessed and was hallucinating. I guess he does live in Portland at least some of the time, but I know that
I've hallucinated my crazy ex in places she wasn't before, and she doesn't hold a candle on that scale to Mr. Rice (or Ms. Suckdog for that matter!) So, she thinks she sees Boyd and she ducks in the doorway and uses
me, who happen to be the tallest person and closest to the doorway, to hid behind. That was just fucking weird, Lisa Carver hiding behind me so that Boyd Rice wouldn't see her. Just damn odd.