But … whatever. I agreed to do it. There’s just one deal point that Jim
Robinson – a wonderful man at Morgan Creek, a great company – need to work
out is they want me in it. If they do, it’s a smash. If they don’t, it’s a
turd that opens on a tugboat. I am every character in between, save for
that little weirdo with his guts strapped in, begging for water. That’s not
They will lose the rest of their lives as they think about me and my life
for the rest of their lives. So … it’s … there’s no … again, bring me
a challenge, somebody. Bring me a frickin’ challenge. Because, you know …
it just ain’t there. WINNING!
And the gratitude I get is this charlatan chose not to do his job, which is
to WRITE. Clearly, someone who believes he is above the law. Well, you’ve
been warned, dude. Bring it. I’m gonna hang out with these two smokin’
hotties and fly privately around the world. You know, it might be lonely up
here, but I sure like the view, Alex.
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