I'm just an old hippy and I don't know what to do - except write for fun (and hopefully) profit. I've had some success as a writer (published in the NY Times, numerous op-eds in the NY Daily News, and several pieces in the Daily Beast not to mention dozens of men's sophisticate titles too numerous to mention). As a musician/songwriter, I've also had a few near misses that landed on the Billboard charts but weren't quite hits. As a guitar player, I've played on a few actual hit records and heard myself on the radio as I shopped for groceries in a supermarket. As an entrepreneur with an ad agency and blog all about prostitution, I made a small fortune and ended up serving a year in prison for tax fraud where I became Jeffrey Epstein's chief suicide watcher and spent many hours with him one-on-one during the last month of his life. Now I do movie extra work and deliver food for DoorDash on a leg-powered bike in my New York City Greenwich Village neighborhood. That doesn't sound all that amazing were it not for the fact that I'm 76 and can still make the runs on time even though I'm pretending to be riding an electrically-powered bike so I get more dash offers.