Dear Nobody
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Last published Mon, Apr 13, 2015
Okay. Let's get something straight. I'm not a writer. I have never been a writer, and I probably never will be a writer. While I have yet to find a pastime better than sitting down with a new book and getting sucked into an alternate world where anything is possible, actually sitting down and writing? Not my thing. But what I have found in all my seventeen-going-on-eighteen years on this planet is that venting onto a paper is incredibly therapeutic.
And that's the basis on which I'm starting this book. This is a letter from me, to you, whomever you may be. Some days it may be filled with humor, other days with sadness, and still other days it won't be very much at all. But this is what it'll be. And you're welcome to read it, and you're welcome to not.
But Ladies and Gentlemen, this is how we meet. You are invited into a private, sometimes unfiltered version of some of my most intimate moments with only one requirement. Should we happen to meet face to face, never bring this up. Because I will, quite frankly, deny any knowledge or affiliation with this book. But lets set that aside for now, shall we ? I do believe we have a journey to take.
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