Yesterday we were in the mall as my wife and her mother were hunting Christmas bargains. I was killing time waiting for them to finish by digging around on the bargain tables in the bookstore, nothing better than buying a hardcover book for less than the price of a paperback. I had some lawyer book, not a Grisham, already picked out when I spotted a Robert B. Paker book. Flipped open the cover and noted it was a Sunny Randall novel, so I took it instead. Wasn’t until I got home and started reading the book that I realized I had already read it. I hate when I do that and I do it a lot. Fortunately my short-term memory is shot from all the dope I smoked as a teenager and while I know I’ve read it, I can’t for the life of me remember how it all shakes out.
Life of Brian
a proud part of the 90%
