“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Somebody told me you write books.”
“Yeah. I do.”
“What are they about?”
“All kinds of stuff. You know. I use my personal experiences and make stories out of them.”
“Really? I've had personal experiences and I don't think any were exciting enough for a story.”
“Well, I make some stuff up and I exaggerate and I fib a lot. Sometimes in my regular life I keep on fibbing. It's a weakness I have.”
“But then it's not a personal experience.”
“Yes it is. It's just tuned up a little. That's why they call it a story.”
“How many stories have you written?”
“About seven, if you just count the books. I write other shorter stuff that goes here and there.”
“Can I buy your books you wrote on eBay?”
“You mean Amazon. Yeah.”
“Do you sell a lot of books?”
“You bet. Some of them have been runaway best sellers. I'll bet I sold at least five of a couple of the books.”
“Five's not a lot. You can't live on that.”
“Live on it? Hell, you can't buy a can of beer on it.”
“Why do you do it then?”
“I don't know. I can't help myself. I like to do it. There's a word for that. I like the shape of my own words. Sometimes people like me get successful after they're dead.”
“That can't be any fun.”
“It's probably not and I don't feel like being dead, so buy a book. I'd like to get enough cash together to buy a bottle of one of those imported beers.”
“I don't read books.”
“Don't, or can't?”
“Take your pick. I gotta eye-phone.”
“You mean i-phone?”
“Whatever. When your frigging book is on it, I might take a look; or not."
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ILIUM - A Tale in bad taste of Corporate America is available for preorder now on amazon. Author is shooting for a bottle of Pils Urquell.
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Hopeless.We are all fucking hopeless.
I love Pils Urquell. Thanks.*
Felt like Bukowski was back from the dead a minute. Don't you just want to choke people sometimes? *
We're going to hell in a bucket, babe, and we damned well are not enjoying the ride. *
I'd laugh, but I don't believe this is fiction.
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"I don't read books." Yeah, there's a (or the) problem.
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