Thanks, Droolies!

Precious readers, you have made my day. I'm spending it inscribing your books, sipping coffee, taking my time with your envelopes, glad that I didn't write this damn book for nothing. It's fun to send books to Germany and South Africa. My darling beau Mark has kindly volunteered to be Santa's elf and scribble your addresses.

Aaron and Agata, it is in horror that I realize I forgot to thank you on the acknowledgements page. Without that writing desk and room in Krakow, who knows what might've become of this book.

My publisher, Dusty Owl Press, sent a box of books to a gay ex-Jehovah's Witness conference in New York City. I told them to send it express, to make sure it gets there before Armageddon sweeps our sweet, naughty asses into the abyss.

Oh yeah, in case anyone's wondering, the offer to send nude photos of myself in exchange for buying a book is just a rumour...Okay, so it happened, but the deal's off...unless you can think of a really good reason for me to re-visit my days as New York's most elusive hustler.