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Nude, winning Peggy.

Roger hires fur coat Don.

Dick drinks and forgets.

Sally cries U.N.C.L.E.

Betty smiles at a dollhouse

Don turns Japanese.

There was a time in my life when I read purely for pleasure.  Before then, I read pretty much for pain, or more accurately, I read and it caused me pain.  Like reading Thoreau’s Walden and Stephen Crane’s The Red Badge of Courage for English class – now there was torture.  But thankfully, there was Stephen King and Stephen R. Donaldson and Stephen Coonts and even some authors not named Stephen, and I was in bliss.  These were my lazy high school years.  I remember reading Misery in a single day, from nine in the morning until nine at night, and I had no other desire than to feel every word on the page.  It was pure hedonism.

A review of four books I wrote for The Nervous Breakdown.

“My life is very”

Don doesn’t know the next word.

Lonely.  Sad.  Drunk.  Dark.