Writing? Who writes anymore? I market, market, market. In the past eight days I’ve driven 2,600 miles and then boarded a pre-dawn flight to
Call me the Fuller Brush Salesman. Call me Willy Loman. I’ll sell you a magazine subscription and swear that it will help put me through college. I’ll sell you a copy of THE BAD KITTY LOUNGE and tell you that the sale will send me to the moon.