She asked me about
my readership
and I replied,
“A good dozen in a good week.”
She looked a little taken aback
and I could see her
saying to herself,
“How we gonna sell that?”
The deal fell through
and I tucked my dream
of being an internet millionaire
under the pillow
in the spare bedroom
where I sleep when
I know I’ll wake up
with a really big hangover.
I’m not a numbers guy.
