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I aspire to be, but in the immortal words of Monty Python, “I am not dead yet!”

Getting up every morning.

thunder rumbles —
gray clouds stretch overhead;
sun finds its way through.

Chapter 7. Chapter 8.
NOTE: Incidentally, I would not title a chapter of my memoirs “The Hard Years,” so as to avoid the assumption that that was when I worked in porn. People would either skip said chapter… or skip to it.