It just very very recently sold out, so the publisher is considering a second printing. It is considered my best work so far, didn't get a single bad review and spent 6 weeks in the book top ten, going as high as number 4, a rare thing for a book of poetry.
And if I look like shit, then a lot of women are into scat. I knew you were shallow, but I didn't know you judge a book by its cover. Good for you, though. And hey: I know I'm not a model, but I honestly think I age pretty well. 'Cause that's what half a century does to a human being. I wear every wrinkle and scar with pride, though. Like a real man does.
So, for the billionth time, how are your cats doing, catlady?