title: The Greedy Bastard Diary: A Comic Tour of America
author:  Eric Idle 
description: During his eponymous tour, playwright, novelist and "third tallest member of Monty Python" Idle posted a daily Internet diary--"a lap dance across America via laptop"--whose entries he's polished and updated for this book. Taking readers from Vermont to Vegas as he attempts standup for the first time, and writing with wit and honesty, Idle mixes memoir and tales from his tour bus, which is, he says, "like traveling in your own suitcase." With the 80-day expedition through 49 cities neatly niched into 80 chapters, Idle offers a Pythonesque pastiche of goofy observations as he analyzes audiences, dissects his nightly performances and recalls showbiz friendships. He also muses on the passing landscape ("In the chasm of the glacial valley we travel through the deep blue of the morning, staring up at awesome pillars of mountain piled high into mighty citadels"). The travelogue is punctuated with puns and Cockney rhyming slang, but it's not all fun and games. Idle offers a moving account of his mother's death and a harrowing description of a bleeding George Harrison struggling in 1999 against a knife-wielding intruder. 16-page color photo insert not seen by <I>PW</I>. <BR>Copyright &copy; Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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  GET INK’D: BOOK 3
  
  ALI LYDA
  
  CONTENTS
  Prologue
  1. Reagan
  2. Channing
  3. Reagan
  4. Channing
  5. Reagan
  6. Channing
  7. Reagan
  8. Channing
  9. Reagan
  10. Channing
  11. Reagan
  12. Channing
  13. Reagan
  14. Channing
  15. Reagan
  16. Channing
  17. Reagan
  18. Channing
  19. Reagan
  20. Channing
  21. Reagan
  22. Channing
  23. Channing
  24. Mateo
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  PROLOGUE
  
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  CHANNING
  he smell of the grill was in the air. Dane was trying something new with a huge pork
  shoulder, and whatever he’d done, it smelled incredible. But even as I lounged in a chair and
  watched him flirt with my brother, Chris, I couldn’t fully immerse myself in the celebratory
  spirit. My friends were all there, each practically hopping with palpable excitement over leaving for
  college soon. All of the crew members of Get Ink’d milled around, too, beers in hands and wide
  smiles on their faces.
  Well, all except one — and he was the reason I was brooding when I should be having the time of
  my life.
  Reagan.
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