Once again I collided with reality like a deer on a dark road facing a speeding car. For two months now, the book has been out in the world, and it turns out I’m selling a book I basically wrote for myself. Two orders a week at best. That didn’t stop me from burning through the entire 200,000 shekels I had. Now I’m not only in the red but also stuck with a book that isn’t selling – one that no one finds interesting.

What made me think I’d set the internet on fire in just two months? Why did I imagine it was reasonable to spend 200,000 shekels on advertising and influencers – literally all I had?

So now what? I’m not handsome enough for prostitution anymore. Drugs? I haven’t got the energy. I hate that line of work, but maybe I have no choice. Perhaps some remote job from home for a few dozen dollars a week? What a dilemma.
Yes, indeed.