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My sixth Jack Beer mystery, is taking shape. I might call it ‘A Stoner’s Fix.’ Here’s the opening:

Dear Maryanne. 

What the hell… am I writing to my sister here or am I starting a diary? I won’t be describing what I ate for breakfast or the bargirl I met last night (she was hot). Not into drivel.

Long and short, I need to talk to a real person. And I pick you, because there’s no one else. It’s about memories, Sis. Especially ‘bad memories.’ And it’s going to take more than one letter… though I’m not clear how they’ll help? Can’t change the past and I know where I went wrong. Am I ‘grasping at straws?’ Yes, I am. It’s also called ‘desperation.’ I just need to crawl out of the gutter… stop being self-destructive. I want to drive the demons out.

Frankie.