“Is there a way for me to write about this without sounding like a materialistic asshole?” I asked Otto.
“I dunno,” he answered.
“Maybe not,” I countered.
“Maybe,” he said.
I hate it when he won’t do my thinking for me. That’s totally why I
hired married him.
Nevertheless, I have to take the chance here, because it is amusing. And far be it from me to pass up the chance to make fun of myself. So I am going to have to confess the entire sordid tale right from the beginning.
It starts, of course, with me being stupid. (more…)