I Take Great Nude Pictures

That’s the name of my Memoir, but it’s actually Fiction because it’s impossible, I’ve tried. But it’s also a Mystery because the nudes must be pieced together with red yarn and a cork board to figure out who the killer is. But it’s also Metaphysics because the murder is metaphorical and it’s the vibe that was killed. And it’s also Self Help because, baby, [i]you[/i] are the vibe, you always were — and the vibe can’t die. But, of course, it’s a cautionary tale more than anything because the Vibe [i]does[/i] die … duh, it was murdered.