Dear Mr. Mosley,
I want to apologize to you in advance. If I were to walk down the street and happen to see you, I may just haul off and slap you. Or I may run, jump up and wrap my legs around you. I am upset, appalled, simply taken aback by you. You’re awesome!
You had me at Easy. Devil in a Blue Dress hit the scene and I was hooked. You couldn’t put out a book fast enough. I am as devoted to Fearless as I am to Easy and to Socrates Fortlaw. You’re not a bad fiction writer neither because I adored the writing style for The Man in My Basement and you’ve even dabbled in science fiction, not bad sir.
So that’s mysteries, fiction, science fiction…
Please explain something to me Mr. Mosley… nah, I think I have to call you Walter on this one…
WALTER!!! Who in the hell told you to dabble in erotica? WHO? You’ve got a lot of effing nerve!
(This is probably where I will attempt to slap that damn hat right off of your head)
I have been reading Killing Johnny Fry: A Sexistential Novel… Okay I’m a little late… it came out in 2006 but what were you thinking? I get you, you just know that you are so great, so wonderful that you can write and whip the hell out of any genre of your choosing? Well that’s exactly what you’re doing.
You’re dead wrong - I mean really wrong for this. I can’t read the book on my way to work because I’ll be all hot and bothered on the train and you know the people in NY are nosy, they wanna read what you read. Of course, I ain’t ashamed of what I’m reading but that will be an extra hot and bothered person on the train. I can’t read the book at work, in the quiet room where I usually lay back, chill and read because I just may get a little too damn comfortable.
So that leaves the home. Preferably the bed… so I can handle mine.
But see it was the title that confused me… Killing Johnny Fry… I thought it was a murder mystery and the sexi…. That is not even noticeable okay?!?! You got me Walter. I saw your name, I know I can never go wrong choosing your title but you got me.
And I just had to let you know… that if you’re ever walking down the streets of New York City… WATCH YOUR BACK!
I want to apologize to you in advance. If I were to walk down the street and happen to see you, I may just haul off and slap you. Or I may run, jump up and wrap my legs around you. I am upset, appalled, simply taken aback by you. You’re awesome!
You had me at Easy. Devil in a Blue Dress hit the scene and I was hooked. You couldn’t put out a book fast enough. I am as devoted to Fearless as I am to Easy and to Socrates Fortlaw. You’re not a bad fiction writer neither because I adored the writing style for The Man in My Basement and you’ve even dabbled in science fiction, not bad sir.
So that’s mysteries, fiction, science fiction…
Please explain something to me Mr. Mosley… nah, I think I have to call you Walter on this one…
WALTER!!! Who in the hell told you to dabble in erotica? WHO? You’ve got a lot of effing nerve!
(This is probably where I will attempt to slap that damn hat right off of your head)
I have been reading Killing Johnny Fry: A Sexistential Novel… Okay I’m a little late… it came out in 2006 but what were you thinking? I get you, you just know that you are so great, so wonderful that you can write and whip the hell out of any genre of your choosing? Well that’s exactly what you’re doing.
You’re dead wrong - I mean really wrong for this. I can’t read the book on my way to work because I’ll be all hot and bothered on the train and you know the people in NY are nosy, they wanna read what you read. Of course, I ain’t ashamed of what I’m reading but that will be an extra hot and bothered person on the train. I can’t read the book at work, in the quiet room where I usually lay back, chill and read because I just may get a little too damn comfortable.
So that leaves the home. Preferably the bed… so I can handle mine.
But see it was the title that confused me… Killing Johnny Fry… I thought it was a murder mystery and the sexi…. That is not even noticeable okay?!?! You got me Walter. I saw your name, I know I can never go wrong choosing your title but you got me.
And I just had to let you know… that if you’re ever walking down the streets of New York City… WATCH YOUR BACK!
