Writing a book should not feel like pulling teeth. This shit is hard work!
The problem is I can get the bones of the book on paper easily, but filling it in with meat is tragically impossible. My memory just doesn’t work properly.
But I’m determined to do this. I’m determined to make it work. I’m determined to see this through to the end.
If for no other reason than to spite Jesse.
Fuck you Jesse, you win.
That is, after all, why he said those hurtful words to begin with.