I told my father that the article I wrote about him in the New York Times Magazine generated lots of interest in my work, including a potential book contract. "Dad," I said, holding his limp hand, "they want me to write a book about you."
He said, "Fuck it" which, in dementia-speak means, how great.
At least I think that's what it means.
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