In the old days they, the promoters, wanted more and more from me. They wanted me to jump or spill my blood and break my bones. Every time they wanted me to jump further, and further, and further. Hell, they thought my bike had wings.
When you're Judy Garland and you want something, you just pick up the phone and call somebody. Anybody.
I do indeed write on the road. My laptop goes with me everywhere.
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