I don't need romance or friends, I have a wife and as many lovers as I can stand, and my world is choked with simpering yes-men.
I don't need you.
But maybe I want you.
Maybe I want to use you and dispose of you like a moist towellette.
I'm four foot ten.
At least that tall.
Half my teeth are fakes.
I am tiny, ferocious, and a killer
Unless I'm putting on a show.
It's hard to get noticed when you're four foot ten.
If I'm putting on the show, then it's the show they notice.
Okay, I'm kidding myself.
It's my butt they notice.
(b) Die Hard, The Transporter, 300.
(c) Tango, Tango, Tango, & Jazz.
(d) Everything. Seriously. I'm a trained chef.
A pistol. Ideally an HK-P7 9mm, or a Colt .45.
Some fishing line and two pieces of wood for handles.
Sex (hard, hard, hard, till I smother, till I choke with it).
Oh, and true love. I guess that makes seven. Who says I follow the rules? Who says I don't deserve an extra thing I could never do without?
Nothing at all.
Please God, let me think of nothing at all.
O'Day. You'll understand when you read the book.
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