i knew your mother. although she knew me only as w. that enormous bookstore is obscene.
i'd be glad to talk to the press if it's all right with you. they've been trying to interview me for years.
no television.
cool it. i'm starting to break out in hives. here's my phone number.
adios.
loitering. lurking. skulking. stalking.
an eyelash. it's gone.
i'm in the home stretch. i'll be done in approximately six more years.
it's about a man on a quest for knowledge who meets a woman he cannot resist.
you have your mother's hair. thick, wild, the color of nebraska wheat.
if you change your mind, you can e-mail me. hermit@aol.com.