This small sample of writing is awful. It's also very revealing of Perkins. No doubt he has paid for these fantasies with hookers and now he wants us to be wowed by his exploits. Like Franklin's saying about the chopping firewood: the activity that burns twice. Perkins has found away to humiliate twice with the same deed. Once in his own mind and now in that of the publics. What will this old creeps' last act on earth be?

I remember that Kawabata had an interesting mental muse with one of his characters. It was an old man in his seventies who was still thinking of sex constantly. It's a drive that never goes away. While the drive is constant, unfortunately modesty does recede. It's not uncommon to hear senile patients talk openly about some of their most intimate details of their life as what is left of their mind hops from memory to memory. Given Perkins's money, this has been mistaken for literature. So it goes in the Valley.

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Whoda heck does Perkins think he is, Bret Easton Ellis?

Vanity presses are sooo overrated, but make for copious remainders for filling shelf space at Costco.

But still, he could probably get into Dorsia unannounced.

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Megan McCarthy