Harold Crick
the man who heard his author
I live by the numbers. Or I did.
Yes, I was a man of routine. Yes, I wore my tie the same way every day. And yes, I got audited by fate itself when a woman narrating my life told me I was going to die. So I did what any man in a story would do—I rebelled. I found warmth. I found chaos. I found her.
What I'm Into: Fender Stratocasters, flour-dusted kitchens, literary narrators, terrible guitar solos, cookies received as gifts
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