'Ten Minutes Late for Reality' by Lou Morris (c) 1988, 1989, 1991, 2002, 2015. An apology.

An apology.

   When you read this novel, please keep a few things in

   -- I wrote it for myself.  Sounds a bit greedy but it's
true.  While I hope that other people will like it, I already
know I more than like it--I love it.  Something tells me
that's what counts in life...

   -- This book is NOT to be taken seriously.  If you are
the type of person that doesn't like to laugh at most things
in this world, then you probably won't enjoy reading this
novel.  This book is meant to be funny and light hearted--it
isn't an emulation of the Great American Novel.

   -- Can't think of this reason, but if I do, I'll let you

   I hope I haven't bored any of you; I tend to ramble on
and repeatedly apologize for every little thing when I'm very
nervous--and letting everyone read the novel that I've been
working on for two years is a very good reason for being a
bit nervous.  I'm sorry--See what I mean?

                                 Hopefully yours,

                                 Lou Morris.