Never one for thinking too much, I settled in…I popped my beer, slid down into the couch as far as I could and locked eyes on the screen. The only thing I had to really think about was what time I should call Kam Sing, how long I could hold off – 7:00? 8:00? 9:30 would be a record. Egg Foo Young? Yes. Load up on some brown gravy, be drowsy as fuck and then fall asleep – too old to rub one out to “Sex and the City,” too young to die. My life.
I am now opening the bidding re: potential book agents. xmastimer@gmail.com
Thank you.
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