January 9, 2017
It’s my birthday this week. I’m forty nine. My first book comes out on my birthday. I will be probably doing PR since my attendants are “too busy” to take their author out. I will eat something before going out to my favorite place. I will have a beer and a couple of dances with my favorite strippers. It’s my birthday. For few minutes I will be in ecstasy with her, but I want sex. The system and the law enforcement won’t let me hire a hooker. The strippers will make it a special night for me. Then I will go home and I will do PR until early morning. That’s an author’s life.