WOW. Total fail on my part last night.
Martin even said to me during the bout "Remember no repeats" and I didn't even really get what he meant by that. I drank a lot at the intermission because I didn't think I made it into the second round.
At the end of the night, near midnight with more that half of the audience already gone, I tied for second place with Bolko and we were told to do a haiku deathmatch. Bolko didn't want to do it.
I felt pressured, drunk, anxious and flustered and I didn't see why this was happening. Anyway, I rattled off one of my haikus that I had used from the Haiku Deathmatch Championship a week earlier. Somehow, in my head, I was in a consequence-free environment but now that it's morning and I'm sober, I can't see how I thought that.
So that's my quest for a hundred. Dead at 16 including the two poems I read last night. I feel awful about it but let this be a reminder to the rest of you. I think that's just Sean and RC at this point but there you go.