This book is almost fiction. I say almost because many sections remind the reader of a portion of their lives. It’s not easy writing a book of fiction based on fact. Somewhere in this writing, you will say, “Oy, he’s writing about me.”
I love life and absolutely abhor strife. I didn’t have any choice in joining this group. Two people locked in the arms of passion sexually express their love. Now, at this point, I’m only an egg, and I see what I never saw before—a huge race of Olympic swimmers racing toward me! One grabs me, says hello, and the door slams shut.
OK, I’m here. Read on.