"Who even reads books   these days?"

"Nobody."

"So why are you writing one."

"Plenty of people still write books."

"So let me get this straight. You're telling me nobody reads. But people still write?"

Jack's autobiographer nodded.

"Also what's this mess with Jackoff calling you his autobiographer? Doesn't he know what an  autobiography even means?"

"I don't...

Marc left the room, wearing a fedora, and trying to slouch. He thought he would seem short. He had glasses on, and in his left hand a pocket mirror. This a trick from Denver allowed him to watch that car without turning his head. The car didn't move just stayed...