Reasons I Write

1. I suck at math.

2. I sunburn easily.

3. To inspire the gauzy adoration of young men.

4. To arouse the dewy fawning of young women.

5. So that my doubting elders, while seated in stiff leather chairs, are moved to snap shut a hardcover copy of my first collection of stories, issue a deep sigh, and then whisper, That fucker can write.

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