This job is not to be believed, and I cannot believe my luck. I'm at the literary prime of my life, and I'm about to have the time of my life, unless I'm easily deceived. The body doesn't tend to sugarcoat his comments, he's all right, all bark, no bite. I've always longed for the chance to be watching a book of my own on the screen, to look up fancy stone on the screen. It would be better than fine! To sit with my wife in a crowd as the credits are shown on the screen. In a frame, all alone on the screen, it's just screenplay by style. While making movies out of books, they say that Buddy wrote the book. I can't depend on him to give me some lip. But you can trust the guy that shoots from the hip. But here where nothing's how it looks, it's hard to disregard a candid stand-up guy who's good to double-talk and let you know exactly what he's thinking about you. And I can beat the odds and meet his demands, though I'm a stranger in the strangest of lands. This mad adventure I've begun is unlike anything I know. It's gonna be a lot of work and lots of fun.