Chapter 8, "My Fucked Up Dirty Secrets"
Yeah 'that' goes into the damned book too. I figure some number of blank sheets ending with, "...that's what I did not once, but countless times." ...and I'd do it again!
The readers would be invited before hand to write on the blanks all that they think I was up to. All the bleeped up crap they imagine...or 'know' I did. This with inserted photos charts testimonies,...see above, the works.
'Be the most popular part of the book.
I might devote a whole other future volume to just the reader's entries. Then I'd pitch it to Netflix, and finally retire to the standard I so richly de-fucking-serve.
There are problems. Many of my rants are profoundly dated, and so un-funny. Others with age are just plain stupid. However wanton desire, and strong confused emotion are timeless so there's plenty to choose from.
Anyway,...Onward!
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