The current version of me would like a word with the 26-years-younger version of me who held up a copy of “A Man in Full” in the bookstore and thought, “The hero of this fucking thing is 60 years old? I don’t get it. Why would you write a 740-page book about someone who’s practically already dead?”
“And he’s married to a woman who’s younger than me. I guess that could be kind of sweet, sort of a teacher-pupil relationship. But you’d think she’d miss sex.”
