The guy held on to the podium tight, or maybe Redge was projecting that if he was standing there he would have to hold on to keep the podium from galloping away.
Redge was a finalist in a poetry contest, a contest that featured a grant.
Victoria wrote the damn application for him, submitted it,all he had to do was sign it.
He forgot signing, because he thought he had no chance.
He forgot that the finalists had to perform an unpublished work of theirs.
He hadn't fully remembered any of it and went with his cousin Torey to Sambuca Point.
You can't find Sambuca Point on a map, it's just a wooded peninsula in Javiec County where he once drank a fifth of Sambuca in an hour and fourteen minutes.
That was four years ago, and Redge figured the carp were probably still digesting his vomit.
Redge thought the guy at the podium, who was saying words Redge couldn't understand, was driving the podium like a speedboat.
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