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[5 things you might not know] Dear Andy, For a week or so last month, I strongly considered asking you to collaborate with me on a chapbook. I had the title This is why I hurt you and various pieces of it. I kept getting the idea that it could be better if we worked on it together--even though (or maybe especially because) we don't know each other. I like your writing and felt you'd bring something interesting to the topic. I also like your drawings and I imagined we could both do illustrations for it in our different styles. But then the project began to take shape on its own, the way they do, and established itself as a solo venture. (So, maybe another time?) Greenstreet is a name that Max and I made up. We wanted to have the same last name but not one that either of us already had. So he went to court and changed his name legally and I "took" it when we got married. My mother was a cocaine dealer for a while. (Fun while it lasted.) My first day in Ireland, I had some trouble driving on the other side of the road. On a very narrow street, trying to avoid oncoming traffic, I scraped into a parked car. Then the next one and the next one and the next. Bang bang bang bang bang bang, hitting six or seven parked cars, at least. I kept going. I didn't stop or leave a note. Or notes. On a whole street-full of cars? I always felt bad about that. I have recently become an Irish citizen. happy new year, Kate . . .
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