Sageboy

Okay, this is out of hand. Now he's keeping me up at night! 3 am, I slip silently off the conjugal futon, grope for the book next to the bed, slip my blue plastic clippy booklight into my robe pocket, negotiate the stairs down to the dark living room and jump into the last 20 pages of GONZO MARKETING, booklight affixed to the back cover. It's so "effing" good, this thing! I didn't wanna like it. I hate agreeing with anyone from Harvard.

Here's my pithy critique: if you haven't read it, you're an idiot.