My friend, the late Dr. Hunter S. Thompson—spiritual firestarter and sorcerer of disorder—once declared that writing is like sex: pure, dirty fun for amateurs and work for the initiated. And here I sit, a weary pro, whittling away my life in a windowless home office, head pounding from last night’s Dionysian indulgence, staring bleary-eyed at a computer…
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