I am not a writer, I never aspired to be one. Well, actually that's a lie. When I was on the beach in Cannes I contemplated writing a short novel. It was complete with a artsy gimmick to make it sound intellectual. Fortunately for all, I gave up on it shortly after the buzz from the mimosas wore off. And despite this brief flirtation, I never developed as a writer beyond eighth grade. Just ask Dan Solera, I have bribed him into writing most of my personal statements and cover letters. Which is something I appreciate more than the Sambuca Crinkle Cookies could ever express. I have poor grammar and a limited grasp of the English language, so please be kind when you read this.
I fly to Delhi tonight. Have a happy new year!
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