It Was A Book. It Was Fiction.


IT WAS A BOOK.  IT WAS FICTION.

Or that was what I kept telling myself and everyone else.  I never intended to be transparent. It was supposed to be therapeutic,  cathartic almost. It was thinly veiled as fiction.

However, with all that has transpired in Hollywood, in Washington and around the corner, I guess I had to come clean too.

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