Still reading the new book about Harold Robbins and there's some great stuff in there like his work with Jean-Luc Goddard and getting chicks pregnant while still married to another woman, oh and having book release parties where the most beautiful women in the world of the 1970's undress to the shock of others.

He still seemed so unhappy while all his wild adventures. He really hyped himself and built up false, exciting stories and legends about his life that I believe were too much and he felt he couldn't live up to and he began to feel hollow.

He had all these great lies down, but in the end all you have is debt and fiction. But then, I'm only half way through the book.