Following our review of his debut last week, New Ritual Press was lucky enough to catch up with Worst Boyfriend Ever via email on topics ranging from David Foster Wallace and Neil Strauss, to whether he see’s himself as part of the “Manosphere”. Enjoy the fruits of our labor below!
NRP: Hi, WBE. Welcome to the first New Ritual Press email interview. Traditionally I’ve done a lot of podcasts, but maybe that format feels a little played out. I’m interested in the possibilities of the written interview as a medium, especially for someone like you with a mystique to maintain.
WBE: Hello–
I want to preface all these questions by saying:
- In December NRP reached out to me asking if they could publish my book. I asked them for a $10,000 advance and they said no. Our relationship is unscathed and I still love them all; Matt Evan and Dan.
- I did not read the review. Or any review ever.
This is a religious belief I have – I do not read (public) feedback. No comments no reviews no retweets nothing. My notification bell has been at 99+ for 6 months.
This is not to say “fuck you Matt… I don’t care what you think…”
It is to say: “I care TOO MUCH about what people think, and I know that if I start reading one review I’ll read them all, and I’ll feel the need to respond, or “correct” things, or defend myself, and then that’s all I’ll ever do.
I see this all online as a Fictional story, and how would it feel if Harry Potter was checking in through the page all the time to see how you felt about him, and the book, and the way he’s acting? I think it’s better when Harry is oblivious, and so you can say whatever you want about him, you cannot hurt his feelings, he is barely even there.
There are a lot of other reasons I don’t read comments/reviews, and they’ll probably come out over the course of this interview, but I’ll just put that there for now.
NRP: When we met in December, I feel we connected a bit over literature. How would you describe David Foster Wallace’s influence on you? Especially the story “Good Old Neon”?
WBE: When you told me you loved “Good Old Neon,” I knew you would love my blog. I found “Good Old Neon” on June 30th, 2022 (I know this because I recorded it in a Note on that day)- listening to it on audio, which is the main way I’ve consumed DFW’s work. “Good Old Neon” is an hour-long short story told from the perspective of someone who recently committed suicide because they were a bit too self-aware.
This is what I wrote upon hearing it for the first time:
I have a feeling this is the way my work makes some people feel today.
This sounds gay but I felt seen for the first time.
This suspiciously articulate narrator is really good at pleasing everybody but himself. He’s good at school and he’s good at girls and he’s good at climbing the ladder to Success and Prestige but it’s all so hollow… he realizes that all he ever did his entire life was build up this idea of himself in other peoples’ heads, it was all choreographed, so that:
“he had to spend all of his time and energy trying to figure out what to do and say in order to impersonate an even marginally normal or acceptable U.S. male…”
(and don’t worry, he acknowledges that this all is a cliche, you’ve probably heard it before, oh boo hoo I have no purpose, I can’t love, I’m a fraud, etc, but this self-awareness doesn’t exactly solve the problem, it just sends him deeper into the depressive spiral…)
I can’t tell you why, but I suspect that around this time is when I stopped writing for other people and started writing for myself. There is a huge difference. It’s like, I stopped trying to be a “writer” and I just wrote because I preferred this dialogue with myself to dialogue with others.
I realized it was easier to be honest, and to think, with nobody on the other end of the line. Nobody to judge me, tell me that what I’m writing sucks, that my thoughts are wrong. It is a conversation with my current self, for the amusement and education of my future self. In this type of dialogue there are no good thoughts or bad thoughts, they just are.
I have not read (or even listened to) very many authors since David Foster Wallace. His voice scratches an itch that cannot be relieved in any other way. He is thorough, original, and hilarious. He writes conversationally, like how a person talks, that’s why it’s so easy to listen on audio. It’s not always grammatically correct, but then again what the hell would I know about Grammar (do you see the influence?),
I heard in an interview he said “sorry– it’s not meant to be read aloud” but I think that’s complete bullshit. He writes how I think… again– these are the kinds of things people DM me now, about me. I could go on all day, but instead I’ll add one more trait I absorbed from the big dead OG Sensitive Young Man himself: he is painfully sincere. He had headier reasons for this mode than I do, probably, but in this modern world of “so that just happened!” irony-sarcasm-cringe-i’m-too-smart-to-be-affected-type media–which does work sometimes trust me, I enjoyed The Office like everybody else– it is quite refreshing to stumble upon something completely devoid of such ironic detachments.
That’s why I loved Good Old Neon, and that’s why readers like myself are hungry for something funny and real, some brand new: “i’m going to fuck up and embarass myself in public because i know it’s hilarious and i have nothing left to lose”-type-humor, something that’s not trying to be anything else and just unapologetically IS… something that actually jumps off the page and into reality, in this increasingly deceptive and empty social media landscape…
I know WBE is a breath of fresh air. And that’s not even to mention all the Asian sex. (my apologies in advance, every question I answer nowadays ends up being an advertisement for Worst Boyfriend Ever)
NRP: And how about Neil Strauss? I spent quality time last year reading The Game for the first time (after being aware of it for years), and its fascinating sequel The Truth: An Uncomfortable Book About Relationships. I found both therapeutic in their own ways. I’ve also been a longtime fan of his ghost/co-written rock & roll books (Marilyn Mansons’s The Long Hard Road Out Of Hell and Mötley Crüe’s The Dirt). The pictures in the middle of his Jenna Jameson biography were probably my first experience with real pornography (I found it at the library and felt I’d hit the jackpot). Strauss also co-wrote Rick Rubin’s book The Creative Act which became important to me a couple years ago, and to circle back to The Game: there’s a credible argument that it basically, if inadvertently, initiated the manosphere which is obviously a big part of how we all got here. Strauss has had a somewhat outsized influence on my life, and in general I think his books are better in terms of literary quality and have a wider influence than people realize.
I think of him… I want to say something like I think of him as the David Foster Wallace who actually fucked, but DFW fucked a decent amount from what I can tell. Maybe what I’m trying to say is he’s the gonzo DFW, or the regular-guy DFW, or the DFW who is at home in popular culture rather than the ultra-intellectual and literary fields DFW aspired to. The comparison being there just because he’s a fellow truth-teller and I think ultimately has similar questions about modern life and loneliness in his crosshairs. Curious if you agree?
WBE: When I read The Game by Neil Strauss in Spring of 2020, it was the first book I had finished in maybe 5 years. My brain was eroded by social media, I was freshly single, dating apps are hell, and this book promised to teach you how to get pussy. At first I was disturbed that it’s not really a guide-book, it’s a narrative, but as I read I fell in love with the book and actually enjoyed reading, for the first time in so many years.
I think that book reminded me that “writer” is a real profession that a person (who thinks like me) can have. And that you can have fun with it… you don’t need to wax on poetically about how the majestic eagle’s breadth was spread out against the sky… you can just say the truth.
I agree with you that Neil Strauss’ work does have a wider influence than people realize. He got to me.
I disagree that he’s in the same lane as DFW. They appeal to different parts of myself. Neil excites the part of me that knows that people can change, you can defy your circumstances and get what you want if you just show up and try, you do not have to submit to the judgments of others, you can make Britney Spears and Jessica Alba lust after you, even if only for a moment, because anything is possible and we are all just animals with inputs and outputs. The world is your Oyster, is what I learned from Neil Strauss.
David Foster Wallace is not so grounded in reality… I may be David’s dumbest disciple but in my view he’s usually more in the business of entertaining than teaching. But laughter is how you learn, anyways, I think.
NRP: I know you didn’t read the review, but in it I talked about how your work explores how pleasure has been eroded for Zoomers by drugs and technology. To make this a rather pointed question: do you find life pleasurable at this point?
WBE: I laugh at the question, because I know now that humor comes from pain. I learned this from a lot of different sources but no one put it more straightforwardly than my good friend Delicious Tacos:
Pleasure is not what I seek. I see everything through the lens of my goals. They are arbitrary and they are few but they get me up in the morning and they keep this show (my life) on the road.
They are:
– Write books that make me laugh
– Sell enough of them to never have a “job” ever again
People ask me: Okay Genius and then what? What will happen once you get what you want? And I say I don’t know yet… I’ll figure it out once I get there. I don’t have every day of my life planned out ‘till death. For now, though, I know what I want and it’s that.
Seeking pleasure had me running in circles, and sometimes it still does. But I am not doing that any more. I’m trying to make something good.
NRP: Do you see yourself as writing within “the Manosphere”?
WBE: No. This may sound flippant but I don’t consider myself to be writing in any “sphere” at all. People seem to have a lot of fun trying to put me in a little box so that they can make sense of what this is but I don’t give it much thought because I know I am making something completely new.
I am not giving dating advice, I am maybe the worst person on earth to take dating advice from.
I take inspiration from every artist whose work has ever made me laugh. Some of them happen to be considered part of the “Manosphere” because I was once a young man on the internet seeking answers. Now I am seeking answers in reality and within myself and sharing what I find.
NRP: What do you make of more contemporary “Manosphere” figures: Andrew Tate, etc.?
WBE: I have never listened to Andrew Tate speak a single sentence in my entire life. I don’t think about him at all, except when answering questions like this. I’m probably not as smart as Andrew Tate, or Heartiste, or you, I just write a lot and share the small percentage of it that makes me laugh. I try not to give advice, because I don’t know what’s best for anybody, really. I just record what happens and share the parts that make me laugh.
I have no interest in fixing society, contributing to any culture war, changing peoples’ attitudes about anything, I don’t think anyone should take direction from me unless they want exactly what I have.
The more I listen to old George Carlin tapes the more I relate. He just liked using words to make funny. Even when he was “political,” it was a vehicle for comedy. There is a thin line between George Carlin and Hitler and maybe you step over that line when you use the trust you’ve built in your audience to manipulate people to do something other than laugh. Maybe this is a naive way to think. I am 26 years old. This doesn’t answer your question but it is something I think about, often. The best answer I can come up with is that I write to inspire laughter, first in myself and then in others.
NRP: I want to turn to the male readership question, or the straight men in publishing question or however you want to put it. It has suddenly become OK to talk about the absence of men in literary circles over the past couple of years, even though to many of us this has been an obvious issue for much much longer than that. People have ideas about what could be done to solve this. I heard Mr. Beast is cowriting a book with James Patterson, and some people speculate that this is how we should pull young men back in (books by the right influencers, basically). I’m still more content-minded in that I think the right tone and kind of books are what’s most important.
WBE: I agree with your statement that the “right tone and kind of books” are what’s most important, not the people writing them. Yeah Mr. Beast might get some easily-led young men to put their eyes on a book, but if what’s on the pages is not screaming out of his soul, if he’s not having fun with it, it’s not going to connect with anybody and those guys are not going to fall in love with reading. They’re just going to strengthen their parasocial relationship with Mr. Beast.
I was roped in by Delicious Tacos–not because I loved him and he wrote books but because his book was the first one I could get through in so many years since The Game, it was the first one that made me laugh, it was actually hard to stop reading, I forgot I could feel that way about a book, honestly I forgot I could feel that way about anything, and yeah it took the book being called “The Pussy” and every other line including the word Fuck to spark and maintain my interest but hey reading is reading, the work meets you when you’re ready for it, and this experience I had reading DT is similar to the experience people report having with my book; specifically young adult male people, that this is the only thing they can bear to read, and they can’t stop, etc.
I’m not interested in pulling anyone in who doesn’t want to be here. I am looking for people like me who want to laugh but don’t know where to look because nobody’s speaking their language any more.
I really hate the idea of being an “influencer” but I know that it just happens naturally when you make things people like and share them online. I purposely abstain from things like Podcasts and Live Streams (and interviews…) because I don’t want to have that kind of relationship with people through the screen. If I can help it, I want to be less like a person they buy love from and more like a monolith that helps them cope, like, say, Spongebob. You can always throw on an episode if you want, it will be there. That’s actually how I use my stuff on myself. I was feeling a little down the other day because I’ve killed so many relationships and hurt so many people over the past 6 months, but then I went back and started reading my own stories, and that cheered me right up. And isn’t that the point of it all.
NRP: How is the book doing? Is the market ready for the exploits of a sensitive young man?
WBE: It’s doing very well, I think. As of 4/21/25 I have sold 280 copies and earned $1,200 in royalties. That’s about a week and a half since release. I don’t have people to compare myself to but I think that’s pretty good because people freak out when I tell them these numbers.
NRP: Do you think your book could break out of the Substack ghetto and reach any new or different audiences? BookTok? Do you have any strategies for this?
WBE: My bet is that yes, this will happen naturally. It is made for me, or people like me, and the only way I choose to consume new media really is when someone I trust/like recommends it. I don’t see an ad for a movie and then go watch the movie. But if my friend Emma says you Need to watch this Woody Allen movie called Deconstructing Harry, it’s good and it reminds me of you, then I will watch it. That is the main way I see people coming across Worst Boyfriend Ever, long term. If the product is good then it markets itself.
Of course I can add fuel to the fire by continuing to write and publish insanity on Substack/Twitter, in fact there’s a bit more pressure to do that now that the sales of my book, in the short term, depend on my ability to push myself out there on social media.
But I try not to think about it because I get sad when I see people like Billy Pratt brazenly engagement farming on twitter to sell more books. If the stuff you’re engagement farming with is fresh hilarious and original, by all means go ahead, but that nigga for example is just screenshotting “I VOTED FOR BIDEN AND MY WIFE LEFT ME FOR A BLACK MAN???” soon-to-be-AI-generated slop from reddit, and simply adding: Wow! Thoughts??? … keeping sad isolated young men scrolling their days away to sell his book, which may be good but still I don’t want to have that effect on people, I want people to know that when I share something I think it’s worth your time because it was worth mine, and so I’m reluctant to play the “throw shit at the wall until something sticks” game on twitter, and especially on Substack, and I think that has mostly been working out for me so far.
BookTok is something I know I should tap into but I haven’t put the necessary time or effort into figuring it out. I hate all video-based social media generally but I also know that this is where the people are and if I can incite one high-follower 22 year old (Asian) Book Tok girl to hold my book in front of a camera and say this is the most insane misogynist racist shit show I have ever seen… a lot of people will hear that and become extremely interested. Marketing sucks but I know how to do it.
NRP: Tell us about the illustrations in the book and how they came to be, including the anime featured on the cover. You are playing with contrasts, yes? Cutesiness versus degradation?
WBE: I met a girl in November at the beginning of my van life journey who drew beautiful hilarious cute little comics. I knew back then that this blog would become a book and I wanted her to draw the art, because I didn’t feel good about using all those Evangelion pictures and just printing them out…
..But also they were essential to the presentation, to the humor, the story is in large part about the blog, so it felt disingenuous not to reproduce that aspect of the original work in the book.
So I planned to commission her to draw pictures. We were also in love. A lot of crazy shit happened with her over the course of three months. But by the time I actually finished the writing of the book, when I emerged from that cabin in Kansas, I found that she blocked me online in every way and I understood why… because being associated with the Worst Boyfriend Ever, if you’re a girl who I fucked and you’re in the stories, if you’ve got people who love you and they find this out they’re going to question you, they’re going to make you choose between me and them and if you want to keep having friends and living in the real world you’re going to choose them and Suzanne I understand.
Anyways. So I knew I needed a different artist. I went on Substack looking for one and I found one. He’s great and his name is Lane. He agreed to draw the art for the book in return for 10% of profits up to the first $5,000 and then 5% in perpetuity. I don’t know if that’s a good deal or not and neither does he–we’re both completely new to this and we have no idea how well the book will sell over time. He helped me because he loved the work and he believes it could be big like I do.
I purposely instructed him to draw it Cute. Innocent, playful, in contrast to the dark and sad subject matter. I don’t know why that works for me and for others but it does. I really try hard not to include sexual imagery of any kind in my work because porn addiction ruins lives. The images I like are cute, funny, not sexy.
The cover is my profile picture on Substack. I knew it had to be this way. Someone once told me “I clicked on your profile because I saw the words “Worst Boyfriend Ever” with that innocent looking shinji picture and it made me laugh.” Sometimes you just stumble onto a formula that works. I trust compliments and forget insults. The book is about the blog and that picture is iconic to the blog. The most raucous insane sexual degeneracy coming out of the virtual mouth of that particular shinji image is funny to me regardless of the topic. It is precious to me and so I knew it had to be the cover of the book. At a certain point I realized I could just put it there and probably nothing would happen to me legally because the world is so big and Evangelion’s legal team probably has more pressing matters to deal with than a self-published book with their mascot on the cover.
Also I think it’s funny to break the rules like that so brazenly. I knew people would talk about it and call me retarded but all press is good press so why not.
Maybe they’ll sue me but I think if it were up to Mr. Anno himself he would be okay with it and see the vision.
NRP: How do women interact with the blog?
WBE: Everyone has their own personal relationship with the Worst Boyfriend Ever. For some it is their portal to honesty, for some I am their punching bag, just another form of rage porn, for some I am actual porn, some women tell me they touch themselves to my stories, they make anonymous accounts to message me, they ask me questions about sex and men, they start out combative but then I respond and take interest in them and listen and they turn into fans, hate and love are two sides of the same coin, I am devolving into abstractions here but I mean it when I say I have received the full spectrum of reactions to this work and that’s why I think it’s good. If everyone responded the same way I would be Hitler.
“Not everybody should be laughing” -Patrice O’Neal
People are always so intrigued/horrified to learn that women love my blog. But they do, some of them… if they didn’t I’d have nobody to fuck and the show would not go on.
People always ask: so do you think it’s a certain type of woman that you keep getting? They’re trying to prod me into saying that only broken mentally ill masochistic women like my blog and me. Not true either. I am read by mothers, teachers, devout christians, black women, grandmas, everybody… they love my words on the screen ‘cause I tell the truth and make it funny. The algorithm finds the open minded jaded truth-seekers for me.
About half of the people who reach out in DMs are women and about half of those people are Asian women. I spent the whole second half of my life terrified that anyone would know that I like Asian girls or associate me with that Fetish or anything like that but I have never had more success with this race of people than when I just started Saying it Out Loud…
Most are put off but I am filtering out the people who can be “put off” at all… I learned in myself that there’s not much you can do to hurt me besides physically attacking me or trying to stop me from writing. Today I learned that Kanye sucked his cousin’s dick as a kid and my opinion of Kanye has not changed one bit because I look for the best in people, I keep checking on him looking for another album like Graduation, I don’t care if it takes him his whole life if you impress me once, if you really affect me and teach me something I will not abandon you, I am loyal to a fault, it just takes a heroic work of art to get me to that place, but once I’m there you got me, and I’m writing for people like me, like that, the people who can be turned on by somebody and not turned off. Even if I’ve turned off 90% of the people I ever knew with my autistic racist fetish porn true story homeless adventure, I didn’t want those people anyway and I replaced them with people who can not be turned off, people who appreciate the good in me and eagerly look forward to more of it. This is a loose idea but do you see what I mean?
Oh yeah, girls.
The first thing most girls want to know is whether it’s all “real.” I usually break and just tell them yes it’s all real. Send me a picture of yourself. Where do you live? This interaction has happened between 50-100 times and frankly it’s getting old. Sometimes girls reach out trying to fix me or make me see the error in their ways and they typically end up sending me pictures of themselves too. You vote with your attention. Some girls reach out asking me Why do I like This? And I try to help them figure it out. Maybe because you feel everybody lying to you and it’s refreshing to read somebody’s ugly horny truth.
A lot of guys reach out too, mostly to say good work, and I’m appreciating those DMs more and more because they’re easier to respond to. A lot of people seem to tell me things they’ve never told anybody, because my blog is so full of things most people would carry to the grave, my truth emboldens them to tell theirs, even if only anonymously online. Feels good man.
NRP: Is there potentially a lawsuit pending over the book? Something to do with the idea of it as revenge porn? Talk as much or as little about this as you see fit.
WBE: I don’t know… I got a tip that one of the girls featured in the blog has a “lawyer friend” who is going through the blog trying to identify girls to bring suit against me for what must be some kind of new crime against humanity… I used the term “revenge porn” in one of my posts because I don’t know what other grounds they would get me on. I am in uncharted territory in so many ways but that’s partly why I feel so compelled to keep going.
I don’t think I’m doing anything wrong. I am changing names dates and locations. The blog and the book are works of Fiction and have been labeled as such since the moment I published.
I wish this person or people would reach out to me directly and tell me what aspects of the work they feel are exposing them so that I can change it (or at least try to…) but it seems they’re more interested in going behind my back instead.
I will never stop writing and sharing the truth. This makes me a dangerous and scary person to be around ‘cause I can’t keep anything to myself. I am living in public in more ways than one. I think the problems arise when someone with something to hide (most people) come into contact with me; a Sensitive Young Man who has nothing left to hide and feels this Quixotic devotion to telling the truth. That is the first time I have ever successfully used the word “Quixotic” in my life.
I will tell you that every word of every story is completely true but I will also say that the blog and the book are works of Fiction. It’s a fun concept I haven’t seen anybody play-with before. Sometimes I feel like I’m forging an entirely new genre called “gaslight fiction.” Write the truth call it fiction. I think a lot of fiction writers have done this throughout history but I can’t seem to tell a lie or keep my mouth shut about anything any more so I can’t help but tell you my process.
After falling into this and re-reading “Good Old Neon” by DFW I know that this was– at least sometimes– his process too. I know that he had this very same lifelong struggle with “authenticity” his narrator deals with and in the moment he was writing it he felt that all he had ever done his entire life was try to impress people or make them feel a certain way about him and that it was all so hollow and he tried meditation and exercise and womanizing and drugs but none of it worked or helped and he saw a therapist who turned out to be gay and had colon cancer and then he saw an episode of Cheers in which one of the characters mocked those cliche young adult white male yuppies whining about how they’re unable to “love” and all at once he realized the futility of his lifelong desperate attempts to be different and he felt so impaled by the automated laugh track in response to that line coming out of the television and he thought to himself: I should kill myself, and he wrote a suicide-note to his dear real life sister and he pontificated about what a beautiful suicide note it was but he didn’t go through with it, not then, but basically what I’m getting at here is that all the good stories are completely true.
This question was supposed to be about a lawsuit. If you’re a girl reading this and you have a problem with something I’ve written, message me. I’m very reasonable.
NRP: Do you hate women?
WBE: No. Hate is something stupid people do.
I have probably written those words, “i hate women” at some point, but I am full of contradictions like every other person who tells the truth over a long enough period of time.
NRP: Are you a sociopath?
WBE: No. I’m just a sensitive young man. I spent a lot of my life behind a screen instead of faced with another person and probably when you get in the habit of doing that it becomes a lot easier to think of nobody but yourself.
When you call somebody a stupid retarded nigger faggot to their face (and they’re able to be hurt by words) they give you real time visual biological feedback. When you’re behind a screen you can say all sorts of things and receive no feedback at all. Especially when you don’t read comments. I know that my work reads Sociopath and I kind of lean into it because it makes me laugh. I like to think that there’s this sociopath out there driving around the country fucking girls in his van. It’s not far from the truth but I do feel pain when I hurt people. I don’t like doing it. But also I know that humor comes from pain and so if nobody gets hurt I have nothing to write about.
Best case scenario is that I get hurt and I learn and I grow and I just write that and I make it funny and so everybody can smile at my idiocy. Worst case scenario is one of my exes hires some mob gangsters to kill me. Or–worse than that, they lock me up in jail and deny my requests for a notepad and a pen so I can’t even turn it into art.
So basically no I’m not a sociopath. No matter what Walt Bismarck says.
NRP: Is everything on the blog true?
WBE: Yes. Besides anything that turns out to be illegal. Those parts are Fiction. (Laughs)
NRP: What are you working on now? Put differently: do you feel like the van era is about to end, and do you have any inkling of what comes next?
WBE: At this very moment I am working on this text-based interview. I apologize for being so pedantic.
For the past 6 months (exactly 6 months now– I left on 10/22 and today is 4/22) every single morning I wake up in the van thank God to be alive pop an adderall and go to a new coffee shop open my laptop and type about what’s up… so I have an endless treasure trove of Material for the next book.
The next book will be called Homeless Incel and it will pick up right where Worst Boyfriend Ever ended. I have more than enough stories now to make something entertaining original hilarious fresh and new, but what I don’t have is an ending.
There is no obvious reason that I should stop living in this van and driving around the country fucking these girls, yet, so for now the show goes on.
When I started I had this idea that I would go all the way around the country, in a big circle from Seattle to LA to Miami to NYC back to Seattle, but NYC is feeling very hard to grasp or to leave.
I’m typing to you now from New Jersey… for now I’ve decided to stop moving forward and to “bounce around” the northeast US for the spring season searching for stories and meeting people and shilling my book.
My top priority now is to share my book. It hurts, because it’s stuff I wrote in my early 20s about cheating on my girlfriend and seeing prostitutes and having an asian fetish and etc. etc. etc… but I know that it’s a good story and if people connect with it then they will do the marketing for me.
I hate asking for peoples’ money but if I want to escape wage-slavery and sustain myself on my creations I must learn to sell.
I would love if some investor who saw the brilliance unfolding here and told me: “hey can we sell this book for x% of the profits on each sale?” I would say hell yes! Do that part for me, make your money off me, I don’t want to ask anybody to buy the book but I know there are hundreds of thousands who would happily pay Twelve Dollars to own this thing read it and laugh for a few hours, so mostly I try to just keep writing and sharing good stuff but marketing the book is always on my mind too, unfortunately.
If you’re reading this and you want to have a business-type relationship with Worst Boyfriend Ever then email me at jamesguilty43@gmail.com.
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