I was honored in 1984 (I think) to do a reading w/ Cookie Mueller, who I did not know, at Hallwalls gallery in Buffalo NY. It was one of my first solo poetry readings. I didn't really know anything about her then, except that she had been in Pink Flamingos. But I *loved* her writing, and the way she read it was so great -- she had a slight lisp, and a very hilarious, deadpan delivery, but you were in on the joke with her -- she never had that snotty distance so many "cool" people have. The boy I had a big crush on was falling all over her that night, but I could hardly blame him! Cookie Mueller was just a glittery, fascinating lady, the kind of person who could make almost anything fun. She walked around downtown Buffalo (such as it was) with us after the reading, smoking a joint. Wow, I haven't thought of all this in a long time. Cookie Mueller. God bless her, she was a good, good soul.