I was donned in plaid pajama pants, a fast food stained faded t-shirt, and a solid color tie in a surprisingly well-crafted Windsor knot. It was slightly undone; but, that came from tugging at it for hours while downing beer after beer staring blankly at the TV. All this, because I had lost control of my existence.
Jack Spitz has published 27 self help books on over under eating and dive bar romance. He splits his time in between your dreams and the Guinness book of world records.
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