Authors write books for one, and only one, reason: because we like to torture people.
I froze, shocked. (And don't try to claim that you did anything different the first time a government bureaucrat pulled a gun on you.)
You see, that is the sad, sorry, terrible thing about sarcasm. It's really funny.
People can do great things. However, there are some things they just CAN'T do. I, for instance, have not been able to transform myself into a Popsicle, despite years of effort.
By now, it is probably very late at night, and you have stayed up to read this book when you should have gone to sleep. If this is the case, then I commend you for falling into my trap. It is a writer's greatest pleasure to hear that someone was kept...
