A Ballantine's on the rocks. No doubt you want to know how a fellow like me got into this stinking mess. Worked for an oil company. Other pulp writers used buckets of whitewash, I used a camel's-hair brush. You had no artistic control.
Publishers are sick kittens compared to the moguls.
They were shooting from my script as I wrote it. Had to write it drunk. The only way I could do it in time. I wrote around the clock and had two nurses and a doctor giving me vitamin shots. Let's talk about your books, Ray.