An old guy bought me & my friend a shot at the bar because my friend told him I was a writer.

“How many books have you written?”

“46. #47 is out next year.”

“WOW. What? How? How many did Hemingway have, 10 in his whole life?”

“…mate, Hemigway’s rent was $10 a month in Key West. I gotta hustle a little more than my man Ernie.”