I sold the idea to Pepsico for a small fortune, and now enjoy a comfortable life in Regal Junction. I shouldn't say enjoy, because I really don't. I think I'd be much happier if I were penniless and hungry again. At least then my writing would have a chance. It barely had a chance when I was penniless, delusional, and drunk, but now it's truly hopeless.
Nobody wants to read about the problems of the rich.
Most people want to kill the rich. I feel like veal sometimes, living like I do. To stave off the boredom I've become a collector of sorts. That's what wealth and boredom will do to a man. I accumulate strange things from the past in hopes of gaining some wisdom from them.