A friend had me read his book draft.
It was good. I would've checked it out at the library and even finished reading it. It was that interesting and that much like a real book.
I thought, "Damn. What have I been doing? I could write a book."
It was good. I would've checked it out at the library and even finished reading it. It was that interesting and that much like a real book.
I thought, "Damn. What have I been doing? I could write a book."
Then he told me he had worked on it and refined it for five years.
"Oh," I thought. "Never mind."
"Oh," I thought. "Never mind."