Giving Up Genet

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Esther and I travelled to Barbados for two weeks on a long overdue post marital honeymoon sans Billy with the idea in mind of rekindling our historical hot monkey passion for each other’s assets, and if not that, then at the very least, to finish the books we were working on. She was reading Jean Genets’s book, A Thief’s Journal and I was attempting to write one-this one actually. The place was lovely with blue water and swaying palm trees shading little tin roofed houses smothered in bougainvillaeas. I immediately began making plans for becoming permanent residents at some time in the future after my tome had hit the big-time. I would only return to the states for guest appearances on talk shows and book tours. The uncomfortable reality was I didn't’t write more than a few insignificant lines and Ester gave up reading Genet to collect miniature sea shells to make into hair berets. She liked the clam water beaches on the Caribbean side of the island and I preferred the rougher surf on the Ocean side. We were there for two weeks and only made love once. The math is simple to extrapolate out.

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