I spent a week up the Amazon learning how not to die. The book that explains what I am flying home to was written in San Francisco. The canoe leaves at noon.

One sells a $16,000 week with electrodes. One made a room of CEOs cry about their mothers. One has seen my bloodwork, and he is the one with the bathtub.

The adventures of a man who let a monk named Machiavelli make him younger, and liked it enough to reorder.