I wrote a novel when I was 18.
That was a great, great many years ago.
The book sucks, badly. I mean it's STUPID.
It is bizarre, to say the least. Oh, and it sucks.
But there are like five parts that still make me laugh out loud hysterically.
It's about a lunatic who is obsessed with the eradication of germs and contaminants.
Yeah, I see you smirking. You over there in the red. Shut up.
If I self-published this
Would you pay to read it?
What would you pay to read it?