Anyone who follows this blog knows I have an obnoxious friend named Buddy Dooley.
We once had this conversation, among others.
Dooley is a graphic artist and unsympathetic friend given to challenging my every utterance. He is not alone in that regard, but I've known the man for many years, and I have to put up with him.
Here is one of Dooley's "art pieces."
For months now, Dooley has harangued me, pleading that I publish his book of incomprehensible scribbling, his "personal essays."
Frankly, I've grown tired of the battle. I have caved.
Dooley is not a great writer by any stretch of the imagination. But because he is like family to me, a degenerate and holier-than-thou nemesis, I've agreed to publish his book of essays.
Dooley's book, "People, Polemics & Pooh-Pah: Notes from Under the Bar," will appear in June.
God have mercy on our souls.
TS
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