Saturday, October 29, 2005
My Life in Fiction
My inner Walter Mitty has always imagined me being a private eye, right down to the Robert-Mitchum-as-Philip-Marlowe hang dog look, trench coat, and weary cigarette. Looks like my inner Mitty has a doppelganger who writes books:
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You're weird dad. And I'm sorry but until you can give me a theme song, James Bond is so cooler then the german Nick Carbone.
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