Oct 13, 2007 was a warm night in the Mission District. The lit-crawl lasted from 6 until 9. Hundreds of writers, poets and lovers of the word, spoken and written, roamed Valencia Street with maps looking for Ritual Roaster or New College Creamery, the Makeout Room or the Marsh where over 200 authors were reading poems or short exerpts from novels, short stories. Since I am one of the authors of the newly published ‘Hot Flashes 2, more sexy little stories‘, I read a few poems in the front window of Lost Weekend Video to a small crowd. The air was electric, full of expectation. My voice carried over the rustling of people, cars and buses as I read ‘my scars are my tattoos’ poem to a mostly tattooed crowd.