I went book thrifting again today. During an hour of perusing the books--I found thirty for ten bucks, and several of those were good finds--it struck me (pardon me if this sounds immodest) that I know a goddamn lot about books. Books are what I love. I should spend all day working with them and talking about them.
And then I remembered. Oh yeah, I did that. For sixteen years.
But I worked for somebody else then, for the man, as it were.
Do you think the economic climate is right for going into business? Do you have seventy five grand I could borrow?
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