Dr. Poltergeist said that once I started incorporating my 81-year-old Malaysian neighbor into Big Tit Inc, 'you are blurring the line between make-believe and just made up.'
I'll tell you a thing about made up.
I need 25 percent of the text to complete my book.
I figure if I can focus it on my editor and the promethium effort he has made, I might have the full manuscript ready for you to edit.
And at no extra cost.
I told him, I don't need an editor.
But when he stung me for a loan, I figured I'd never get it back so I gave him the chance to work it off, editing my book.
He maneuvered me into that position.
I told him over and over, in the last ten years I've been writing books, I've only sold five.
'So why the fuck do I need to waste $500 on editing?'
As he said, I needed his talent more than he needed the cash.
I swear to god he use to be a used car salesman.
