That face when your friend who isn’t a writer asks you to read a draft of the book they wrote.
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That face when your friend who isn’t a writer asks you to read a draft of the book they wrote.
“His hair, if one might call it that, had an aspect of spun sugar, though it did not appetize.”
I gazed at the fool before us, and thought with sadness of Presidents past. George Washington, John Adams. It could not be helped.
Trump in the Bardo
When he told me he’d finished it, I was like, 'Hey man, great, that’s awesome.' But the whole time, I was like, Fuck, please don’t ask me to read it.
A Guy Who Wants His Friends to Read the Book He Wrote: An Oral History
Could he be… the President? Mr. Vollman said, utterly incredulous. After an uneasy period — the only sounds the water rushing through the creek and the incomprehensible murmurs of our visitor — I replied, with equal incredulity, that it must be so.
Trump in the Bardo
Mr. Vollman said, If that man is the President, I believe I would prefer to stay on here. To remain within my sick-box, apart from the other place.
So so wonderful.
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