A gal emailed be today, asking for the rest of my true story, The Blond. I wrote this story, as a serial, around 2004. People were very curious about how this man got so rich. I decided to satisfy their curiosity.
The problem is, he had singular career. He innovated and in the age of the Internet, it would be easy to identify him. I don’t think he’d like this story all that much… though he might! Because I don’t think he forgot me, either.
I intended to post this story as-is. But when I got to the part where I discussed his business, I wondered if I should edit. At that point, Libra kicked in and I’ve not been able to decide, since. But then this gal prompted me so I posted the rest of the story with the two paragraphs redacted.
This story is funny and as quirky as they come. It’s also real and raw and honest.
I used to write how I did not think people really changed. I say this because I haven’t really changed. Swearing, plotting, storytelling, whatever.
One detail, the other man I mention is this story is my current husband. Yeah. It all fits together because all these stories are true.
Here you go:
I love this story so much
I just realized, the blond is a corpse for Venus square Pluto.
The ending of this story is fab!!