Okay, this is how James died.  He and his wife Annie, who never really liked me but we tried to get along because we knew he couldn’t choose between us, were on a trip to Spain.  They take trips all the time, and I’m incredibly jealous.  James is an intellectual property lawyer, so they have money, and Annie doesn’t work, so they don’t have to coordinate schedules.  They just up and go when he gets vacation.  My girlfriend has a government job, and our vacation schedules never seem to overlap.  We’d go on trips if we could.

Omnibucket was founded six years ago because publishing needed to be reinvented –beginning with the product. Today we’re reinventing ourselves.

The new Omnibucket is much like the old – only more so. We’re stepping up our productions schedule – not just because we’ll get to publish more books, but because it means more chances to experiment. More chances to step on the drummer less beaten. More chances to take chances.

A man walks into a bar. It sounds like a joke, I know. A man walks into a bar with a white plastic bucket. No one recognized him. Andrea the Chilean waitress leaned in and said to me, “That man, he looks like a real scum bucket,” and I laughed and wished she would say it again, but when he placed the bucket on one of the shaky tables, Sofia, the wife of the bar owner, O’Malley, yelled, “Holy fuck, a little baby alligator!” She flipped her wet rag over her shoulder and leaned in.