Lmao, that shit will NEVER get old. Since I'm not snitching it doesn't really apply, but the publishers are indeed Random House...
I have a strange obsession with murders, and serial killers. Always has, always will. My senior year I had to write a thesis, I thought of two themes; Paralanguage and Jonestown (how I can use different communication theories and African American history to explain why it happened). Needless to say, I picked the one on Jonestown.
This morning I had to get up early to take my friend to the airport. While I'm getting in the shower, my phone rings. This random lady starts running off at the mouth, remember, it's 6 am...I didn't understand WTF was going on. First thing I could think to say is "AYE! Slow it down, I don't know what the hell you're saying to me right now".
Later on, I figured out she didn't realize that I answered the phone, she was speaking French. So she apologized for calling so early but let me know that her and her partner were writing a book about Jonestown, came across my thesis (I have no idea how people find this shit. She's the 4th person in 2 weeks who told me they've read it... I DON'T EVEN HAVE A COPY!), and would like me to contribute to the book. My jaw fucking dropped. All I could murmur was, "Um, yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure, I uh, I would love to, yeah. Do I get paid?" She chuckled and said "Yes, there's a hefty compensation and that they will be sending a contract to my home (I'm smart, I had that shit sent to a public place just in case it ain't real son) so that we can get the compensation straight and that when I get a chance, send them copy of my original notes from my thesis (I literally have 200 pages worth).
I'm riding high all fucking day son. I'm a fucking super star right now. If you think Kanye's bad...you've never dealt with me before. LMAO!
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