I agree that the only real truth exists in fiction. I used to be able to eat an absurd amount of food and now I fret that I've overstretched my stomach. I have caught a trout barehanded only twice in my life. I'm often mistaken for being serious because my voice is baritone and dry. I still don't know why I wrote a novel. I think humble-bragging is hilarious. I was supposed to have been a guitarist in the late 60's. I am more concerned with questions than answers. I've never added salt to my food.

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