The Far Toilet: I expected to finish it by my birthday of 2021. I failed. A lot has happened since then. I want to tell you about it. I would want to tell you about it anyway. But having blathered about what a wonderful novel it would be, and it will be, I feel a little tight lipped and loose fingered. But, what happened to Jesus after his barmitzva is small potatoes next to a hilarious tale of dealing with people of power and greed an author has to ask himself or herself – in my case a definite him because very few hers get a prostate biopsy – would not a hilarious tale about the availability of housing and homelessness in a pandemic world might be more fitting and apt.
The Far Toilet is scheduled to publish in Easter of ’22. Never mind the date. By that time either the pandemic, economic collapse, functional collapse or the events of Half ASHed will have been realized and I’ll be back in Spain celebrating a best seller, perhaps mine. That depends on me and perhaps you. Anyway, let’s trust you and I can leave Jesus to find his own way back home, hell he has twenty years and you and I will have laughed ourselves to death reading Half ASHed! The category for this post, will as you might expect, will be Half ASHed.
Be well, Be a well, Everyman Jack aka CanDo Jack
