Well, it art I, Bri the Wise again – coming unto ye from UZBEKISETHSTANETH!

Yea! Thee getteth around on this Bang! Tour!

And they art VERILY pleased to see-eth Thee here. They art dancing around in the streets and letting off fireworks (lo, if I knoweth not better I wouldst sayeth unto ye that they wert rocket launchers! Ha ha-eth)

It seemeth like they art waiting for-eth something to happen!

I worry verily about dust getting into thy lapethtop. It art verily sandy out here.

(A pestilence still upon Apple Mac-eth for thy lapethtop still burn thy milky white thighs!)

Behold! As I type-eth this someone doth approach-eth!

Why, it art the nice gentlemen from Afghanistan! Strange! He looketh angry! He art shaking a copy of Bang-eth! In thy face!

I knoweth not what he means, thy interpreter art missing. Perhaps he hath run out of copies.

Bang-eth! art selling verily well in these parts!

I getteth out thy pen to signeth some more copies but nay! There art no time!

I art rushed (rather forcibly too) out unto the street and put before-eth the excited crowd! They have much fireworks.

They art verily excited and crowd around Thee.

Thee art overwhelmed-eth and beg for calm. It art verily stuffy. Too many people. Not enough air. Lapethtop art hot.

Thee ......... Oh dear .... Thee feeleth faint.

Gosh-eth! Thee knoweth not what happen again. Thee awoketh at cockcrow to findeth thinself in yet another strange land. Thy interpreter telleth unto thee that it art TURKMENISTAN!

Thy head art in a spin. The days art a blur on this Book Biz Tour! Life of an author art a hectic-eth one!

Thee must goeth bathe thy thighs.

Love,

Brian the Wise