This man is Anthony Neil Smith and he's out on the hustings, doing the book promotion thing for his new novel, The Drummer.
Duane Swierczynski held a contest yesterday, asking for questions to pose to the esteemed Mr. Smith and I, being frustrated at work, gathered round Duane's medicine tent with the rest of the rubes and tossed off a few drummer jokes every musician knows by heart.
Duane showed them to Mr. Smith, he laughed and voila, I won an autographed copy of The Drummer, which is like the coolest thing to happen to me since Becky Knudson climbed up the tree in her school dress and we could all see her underpants.
Thank you, Mr. Swierczynski and Mr. Smith. This sure made up for a truly crappy week.