Since my book "The Trouble with Humpadori" is now officially out with the New Year and available on SPD and with The 'Great' Indian Poetry Collective, I will document the history of two copies. 1) My personal copy has been battered, scraped by beach sand, and warped by the air of the Arabian Sea--yet it's still quite hardy! I was shooting a little video recording at Anjuna Beach in full HUMP-mode (see above--tatty wigged and blue) and was approached by a young Bombay musician asking if I was a rap artist. His band was looking. (Alas I am a just "poet" but a girl can dream.) He took a photo of the battered book (and HUMP). The next morning I got deathly ill. Dreaming is dangerous. 2) Another copy which I signed for Bangalore poet Rohini Venkatesh Malur got soused with wine and other spillages and is the all better for it! I might just block-print a few special copies with wine for those who ask. A Dionysian signature.