Upwardly Mobile Trailer Trash?
Where can you get some blackberry moonshine trailer park hooch, Moon Pies and pickled pigs feet? Where can you rub elbows with a notorious cast of characters to include Grant, Daniel and Lary? Where can you celebrate the launch and book signing of Hollis Gillespie’s third book, Trailer Trashed, My Dubious Efforts toward Upper Mobility?
Why at Paris on Ponce of course, on August 5th from 7-10. I hear that great band Kingsized will be playing and the fun is free. Tell your friends!
Grant Henry responds:
Posted: July 27th, 2008 at 7:32 am →
Thank You Judi!
I hope you and Do-Wayne can come
and bring all your peeps!!!
Everyone is welcome!!!
…but remember,
don’t believe a word
THE BITCH
says about me!
hollis gillespie responds:
Posted: August 10th, 2008 at 4:00 am →
Hey, Judy!! It was great seeing you at the launch party!! What a crowd! I hope you didn’t drink any of that punch, it was radioactive. Thanks so much for the gift for my girl! I LOVE the big letters that spell her name. You are SO THOUGHTFUL. I may need to name a pink flamingo after you. Hollis (P.S. Grant is a he-bitch)
Judi responds:
Posted: August 10th, 2008 at 7:34 am →
Hollis,
I just finished reading Trailer Trashed. I must say in addition to it being a really funny book in that strange this shouldn’t be so funny kind of way. I believe its my favorite so far. For one thing, I have picked up a lot of great tips like how to deal with those pesky repeat wrong numbers, I really liked the one where you described the way the guy had died in prison, but I can’t repeat it all here. I thought the one where you say, ” I’m sorry to tell you but Travis, poor thing, died horribly in a grease fire”, was also really effective.
And I kind of thought we probably had a lot in common ( you spot it you got it) but trailer trashed confirms it. While your Mom made missiles and moved your ass all over California and the world, my Dad ( helicopter pilot) dragged our asses every year to live in yet another good beach (Navy) town all over the country (the Navy wouldn’t let us go overseas since our family with six girls and a boy was about five children over their limit, not having five bedroom navy housing and all. And then before I ever read your book I figured out on my own that if you needed to pick up some Mexicans, Grant was the man to call. He found me the best ones, a couple from Home Depot ( frightening to go there alone) and the cutest as a button guy Paulo, friend of Mary Grace and her husband, who was staying with grant as he passed through town.
Anyway… I will stop my groveling after I say thanks for being so inspirational and all and keep on writing.