We stayed up late watching the Zombie King’s team beat the Michigan Men.
Staying up late makes me a little goofy. And now I know that it makes Mark even goofier. We were playing a variation of the “what if I won the lottery” game, and it goes a little like this:
MAS: What would you do if somebody paid you $50 millon for your books?
LCA: Do I get it all at once?
MAS: Sure. All at once.
LCA: Why? Did I have a big day on Amazon?
MAS: No, you sold all the rights for your work. Present and future.
LCA: Why would I do that?
MAS: For $50 million. Duh.
LCA: That doesn’t make sense. Who would pay me not to work?
MAS: Maybe JK couldn’t stand the competition, so she decided to pay you not to write.
LCA: Pfft. That’s the dumbest thing I ever heard. Maybe if the Illuminati made me an offer I couldn’t refuse…. That makes WAY more sense.
MAS: Ok. The Illuminati buys your silence. And you have $50 million with no restrictions. Kids are gone, I’m gone. What will you do?
LCA: Is this before or after taxes?
MAS: AFTER. (He’s exasperated by my apparent unwillingness to suspend reality.)
LCA: Where did you go? Are you dead? Do you get half the money or is the $50 million what I’ve got after you’ve left? Are you leaving me?
MAS: I’m not leaving you.
LCA: Is the only reason you’re not leaving because you think I’m gonna strike it rich and you want your half?
MAS: (long pause. several sighs.) That’s not the ONLY reason.
THESE ARE THE GOOD OLD DAYS!!!!
Enjoy Carly Simon and ANTICIPATION: