Terrence Coleman

I guess you were bound to find out sooner or later.

There are many words to describe you, but thrilling?

Hmm, not the village people I was hoping for.

First class all the way.

What, was he like your president or something? They all look back at him.

Okay, so not your president.

Not bad.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hello, Terrence. How's my number one author doing, huh? Another bestseller in the works? Oh, yeah, yeah. I got loads of new ideas.

Splendid. Can't wait to read.

50 large for an advance sound okay? Terrific. All right, bye bye.

You feel that cold hard steel as you grip the shaft? Slide your finger and blam! Get her!

Charlie. You were my very first client. You took a chance on me when no one else would, which is why I wanted to tell you this in person.

Well, there comes a time when a man needs to let go and let God. Okay, I don't know what that means. It means people aren't buying accounting books anymore. No one wants to be called a dummy for something they can have, well, someone like you do for them.

Charlie, Charlie, come on. You're an accountant. There are many words to describe you, but thrilling? Really? I never said it was an autobiography. Exactly, my point. People these days crave romance, adventure, danger.

Charlie, when I first started out, I was living in a basement apartment selling zines I printed on a dot matrix printer. Remember those? Yes, yes, I remember. Now look at me. Much of it I owe to you. I took your advice and invested. I invested. The royalty, sure. Probably got it squirreled away in all sorts of low risk, low kind of return hidey holes.

This is from the foreword of your very first book, Accounting for Drooling Imbeciles. The most important investment you will ever make is in yourself. What's your point? Well, I'm going to do for you what you did for me all those years ago. I'm going to give you the chance to invest in yourself. So you're not dropping me? Oh, I'm still dropping you.

But with a first look promise of whatever you write next. Dare to be different. That's it? Life doesn't come with a safety net. Pull!

Well, okay, we were walking back to my place, a little tipsy and exhausted, so I turned to Stacy and I said, will you carry me?

Before I knew it, Stacey had planned this party and booked a caterer.

And quite honestly, I like if you're calling him one thing and he's calling you another.