Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book. Book Preview: #1 I had been awake since dawn. I was invited up to the grand patio for lunch. I was relaxed, and suddenly I awoke vomiting blood that covered the bed like a scene out of The Godfather. I had been speaking, once my joy and lifeblood, but now it was an hourly struggle. #2 I write from my perch in the Hollywood Hills. My home was built in 1923, the same year my father was born dirt-poor in Texas. I look out the window and see the hills of Hollywood turn from blue to misty gold

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