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a Suicide Note
Yesterday afternoon I fell over in the bath and broke a pint of scotch. Later, I had a hooker in off the street. Nothing happened. She couldn’t have been nicer. Do you know why? Because she thought I might be going to murder her, that’s why. This morning, as I finally aborted a catastrophic, neck-searing handjob, the telephone rang. It was Cleopatra magazine, asking me to be Bachelor of the Month. Success has not changed me. I’m what I always was.