Call me crazy, but I love stories about fake memoirs. There's something fabulous about pulling the wool over so many people's eyes for so long.I'm ready to write my own fake memoir, but I'm torn. Should I be the abandoned love child of a famous politician? the estranged ex-nanny of a lesser British royal? the secret lover of a deafmute Colombian hitman? And what about my addictions? Heroin and India ink? Robitussin and Quaaludes? Bronchodilators and Vagisil? Should my Big Adventure involve a late conversion to Jainism or an early rejection from Harvard Medical School? So many choices, so few publishers. I have several outlines in the works right now!
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How about a Republican oil barron from Texas???? :)
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