Today I read a couple of things about the importance of not using real names in a memoir. A lit agent has not picked up my memoir yet, so it is chock full of actual names of actual wild events that at best would get a wife angry and at worst run a Chicago Ticket Broker out of business. After my memoir is published I'll likely have to change real names but the real people, if read, will know it is them. For example, there was only one boyfriend that I lived with that could not get a hard on and at all of my Chicago concierge jobs, I smoked pot while on duty.
People who knew/know me? This is your warning.
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