A book is sent... to me?

One night last month a fellow approached me in a dark alley and said, "You want a book?" So I said yeah and he said, "What do want?" So I asked him what do you got, and he told me, and then I said, "How about that one by Ian McEwan, Black Dogs?" Then he said alright, it's in the mail. I thanked him. Then he beat me up.

That's pretty much how it went down, and I ended up learning his name was Patrick. Nice guy, actually. So, a big thank you to Patrick K. for giving a taste of my own medicine. I can't wait to start reading it!