So Judge Parker isn’t as rich as Croesus, and he’s trying to up the advance on his first novel from $25K to $75K! Not only does he enlist Sam’s help (whose specialty is neither intellectual property law or reviewing crappy first-time novels), but the Judge is forcing him to go to Phoenix to meet with the publisher.
And play golf.
For the record, the past month in Phoenix has been recording daily highs between 105F and 110F.
To my knowledge, there are no indoor golf courses in Phoenix.
Just get your pistol and shoot Sam in the farkin’ head, Alan.
At least one person (aside from the Judge) is glad to see Sam go…
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