“Wish You Were Here” — a compendium co-authored by me and seven other Las Vegas writers — is now available on Amazon and iTunes. My chapter is about the decade I spent living among bohemians in Paris in the 1920s.

Oh wait, no. That was Henry Miller.

I wrote an autobiographical story about murder, deception and dinner with George Maloof. (He ate Chinese vegetables — while he was texting Britney Spears — on the dining-room table I purchased on Craigslist for $100 less than the wine he brought was worth.)

Buy it or enjoy Hell.