January 18, 2005

Okay, after five years and except for the first few paragraphs of each chapter, I'm taking Dead Ginny off the net. I got out of it everything I wanted to get out of it. If you want to get a copy of the final, way better book which is now called Ginny Good, like one that has a pretty cover on it that you can sit down in front of a fire in the fireplace or take to the beach or with you in the car or on a bus or a plane or a train and read like a normal human being, click this:

http://everyonewhosanyone.com/ggsyn.html

If you want to read a bunch of reviews, click this:

http://janmag.com/biography/ginnygood.html

Or this:

http://everyonewhosanyone.com/ggrev.html

If you want to see more about all the other stuff I've been up to, poke around among the pages here:

http://everyonewhosanyone.com

Thanks.

Gerard Jones
everyone@everyonewhosanyone.com

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Chapter Thirteen
Ocean Beach

Elliot Felton was shamelessly in love with Virginia Good. He had been since the night we met her. I knew that. She knew that. He knew that. It was a well known fact to all concerned. But what were we supposed to do about it? Play Jules and Jim? Have some three way deal? I already had a three way deal going on with Tom Piper. Getting Elliot in on it would have made it a four way deal. Then there was Stephen Goldstein. And Steven Blumenthal—Steven Blumenthal. Holy shit! There's another name from out of absolutely nowhere. He was a friend of Stephen Goldstein's. He called himself a "writer" too. You had to call yourself something sort of arty in order to get into Ginny's good graces. That was Tom Piper's problem. He was an engineer.


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