by Larry Doyle
This is the last leg of my gigantic fabulous book tour, which comes to end for all practical purposes this Friday in Corte Madera (1 p.m.! Take a long lunch! Quit your job!). I wouldn't have thought traveling the country talking about myself would become wearying, but there you have it.
I miss my family. I don't know how traveling salesmen do it. But I suppose that's what I am, at least this month.
Today I was going to discuss this fascinating theory I have about Hilary Clinton and the Kennedy Assassination, but instead I'm going to share with you something I received yesterday that is so mind-blowing it has changed my perception of reality.
It's my first fan video.
I cannot describe to you how much this video terrifies me. Others who have seen it describe it as sweet and funny, but I haven't been able to watch it all the way through. I enjoy praise as much as the next narcissist, but there is something in the goofy intensity of this young man that brings on a blush and a turn of the eyes.
Here's what I think it is: had the technology been available, this could have been me.