Saturday, 2:49 pm, text message: "We're driving to San Fran today" Sunday, 5 pm: J, Zaur, and their buddy Gary walk through the door. They grab the Hustler magazines for which I wrote a few $25 stories. Chaos reigns.
I'm a writer and performer in Berkeley, Calif. I'm married to a big Jew nose and together we have two gorgeous dogs and the afterlife of a beautiful cat. I am represented by Miriam Altshuler of Miriam Altshuler Literary Agency. Life is good!