I was born a bastard, and over the next sixty-five years I lived up to the reputation. I found it best to do so as a writer by telling the truth and letting the chips fall were they may. Was this a reputation earned, or was it a red badge of courage for being honest to the person I had become. I never took advantage of anyone who didn't deserve it, and I would rather be at the edge of a cliff or in a foxhole with someone who wants to kill me than someone I love...because one of us will walk away without the need to look back. I have come to a place in my life which is settling. You can't know who you are until you have lived at least six decades and loved many women because they will help you grow up or you will spend a lot of time alone. Along the way I have learned a lot as well from certain "mentors," like a very famous writer whom I refuse to gloat over knowing so well but will only say that he told me that there is only one way to write a great book...find one you want to read, and then write it! This isn't that book, but this book needs to be written because women must learn that in order to "break the glass ceiling," they must stop playing the double standard...stop using sexuality to get what they want and then scream rape! In the end the bad guy faces the hangman...and shits her pants.
over 4 years ago
