Apr 11, 2021
9 min read
Worstseller
Lady luck blows a raspberry
“Permission? Why?” The author, Gravitas Profundo by nom de plume but Bud Fripp in real life, spoke in a western drawl that hissed and spit over the bad connection. “I think Jon Krakauer would be flattered.”
Cell phone to his ear, Martin Piccoli sat sideways on the black leather sofa in his roomy home office, his legs outstretched, his nineteen-year-old tabby cat Thumper…
