Why the hell is it so expensive?

I’m selling it for nearly the equivalent to one current year’s salary as a copywriter. I’m not doing it because I think it’s worth that much or because I’m trying to rob people, it’s because — if I can get one year’s salary, I figure I can probably write the next book within a year.

What do I get?

There’s only one. And it’ll be yours. You support me as an author. You’re my piggy-pal. My dinero-daddy. My moola godfatha.

If you believe in love as something that matters more than anything else for humanity — and if you believe in me as a writer, well then, you’re funding the next book and helping me push this idea further into the world. You’re giving me the freedom and time it takes to write another book.

Seriously, what’s in it for me?

I guess that’s not enough? Do you have better ideas? What can we do? Maybe you can sell it to one of those rare book shops like the fancy one in West Palm Beach and turn a profit. Maybe you’re a business maven, and it’ll add some extra intriguing pizazz to your Zoom bookshelf background. Maybe you can flip it to a nasty old walrus with a tugboat ton of cash buried in a hole in the Arctic Circle… Maybe we can work out profit-sharing on the next book. I’m a reasonable man. Let’s talk brass tax, big poppyseed.

But wait! There’s more!

I’m about to go a little infomercial in this pisser. That’s right! I’ll even include a couple of signed copies and the Groucho Glasses! 🥸♥️ Value! Deal! Sink your rusty walrus tooth right into this super-rare, juicy collectible feast for the eyes! Treat yo self and fund the love!

Fuck you. Respectfully.

If you’re thinking you’d rather go buy a Rolex. Fine. Watch me care. But whatever happens, Johnny & Johann, thank you dearly and celebrate your time considering this.

Read and go spread the real love. Get it for only $20 on Amazon.

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