"I understand shit," Krysztof said, thumping the table. "This is what I do. These poems are as good as any you will find in the bookstore. Better. You must be able to convince someone to buy these, Daniel. That is what you do." "I'm in Glendora," I said. "It's about 45 minutes out." "Yeah," Elliot said. "You know him?" "After this is all done, I get New Zealand," I said. "Now, are you going to shut up and let me tell you what I have in mind?"