what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

I've been working on a book for the past 16 years or so, it's a blend of narrative non-fiction, historical fiction, poetry, Venn diagrams and total horseshit. 

This is the working title: 

Exactly how many variables need to fall into place for me to get a lunch break on the hill then 29 minutes later get dispatched a RUSH from Mills Meyers to a courtroom at King County rolling down Pike under the Convention Center out onto Union passing a stand of taxis when the third driver in line launches an old Tully's cup full of piss out his window and it splashes on the street right in front of me just misting my front wheel?