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Watch this YouTube video live at the Cafe in Chicago 12/15/09

See YouTube video 9/4/16 of Janet Kuypers reading her 2 new poems Keep flying into Death, and Knew All Along (read with an altered voice) at the Austin open mic Kick Butt Poetry (filmed from the Canon Power Shot camera).

See YouTube video 9/4/16 of Janet Kuypers reading her 2 new poems Keep flying into Death, and Knew All Along (read with an altered voice) at the Austin open mic Kick Butt Poetry (video filmed from a Sony camera).

See YouTube video live 6/16/18 of Janet Kuypers reading her poems “Never Did the Same”, “Cocktail Hour” and “Knew All Along” from her poetry readings collection book “Chapter 38 v3” at “Recycled Reads” open mic (this video was filmed from a Panasonic Lumix 2500 camera).

See YouTube video live 6/16/18 of Janet Kuypers reading her poems “Never Did the Same”, “Cocktail Hour” and “Knew All Along” from her poetry readings collection book “Chapter 38 v3” at “Recycled Reads” open mic (this video was filmed from a Panasonic Lumix T56 camera).

Knew All Along So my friend Joe owned this bar, and Joe was a great guy, but he had this thing against guys with motorcycles. He didn’t want motorcycles in his parking lot, he didn’t want anybody in leather or heavy motorcycle boots in his bar. So I thought one day I’d get him for thinking like that - so I came up with a plan. It’s like this: the bar is laid out with an entrance to the left of the main entrance. So I decided I’d ride a motorcycle through his bar, with a full leather outfit on and a helmet so he couldn’t see who it was, and I’d go in through the main entrance and exit at the entrance on the left. So everything was in place, I was in the parking lot, then at the front door, ready to go. Then someone opened the door for me, and for some reason when I went through the front door, I couldn’t turn my wheel, and I ended up running right into his juke box. And so I tried reversing my way out of it, and I ended up running into Joe’s cigarette machine. And his wife was behind the bar screaming for Joe to come out - Joe was in back and missed all of this - while I managed to man- euver my way out the door on the left before Joe ever got out there. And Joe put out rewards for information about who did this to his bar, and he swore up and down about motorcycle riders. And I couldn’t tell him that it was just a joke, that I didn’t mean to break all of his stuff, right? So finally, after four years, I told him at a party it was me. He said, “I knew all along.” Copyright Janet Kuypers. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.