Well, actually I'm dopey, but I figured I'd get a lot more interest if I changed a few letters in the word normally used for my description
It is my hope that by admitting to doping, which I never did, that maybe I would get a call from one of Oprah's assistants scheduling me for an interview. It turns out that I am pretty good at acting contrite, but then again any man who has been married for a long time has to learn that skill. I
I also think that I can resurrect the skill I had as a six year old of denying things that I already did but didn't want the punisher called my father to know about. A couple of years later I would slip a confession into the conversation when he was in a good mood: You know, a child's way of getting away with causing someone else grief and not having to pay the consequences.
I have a feeling I'm not going to get that call from Oprah, I haven't yet screwed a few million people and made millions doing it.
But I'm still trying to manifest it. You see, I figure my resurrection is going to make me millions.