A couple years ago a roan calf was born on my grandfather’s farm and I named it nova because I was reading this book for the first time and totally enamored. It also had a white line down its back and it reminded me of coke. Recently all the cows on his farm were sold because he needs a hip replacement and can’t get around to take care of them. I’ve been thinking a lot about my novocaine and your story, I hope you’re doing well. I understand genius takes time, I am a Donna Tartt fan but I hope to god this isn’t gonna take ten years. You are a living legend. Please feed your dog.
