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About the book NEMA PUBLIKE / DONESI MI SVOJU LJUBAV
Manny Hyman se bavio šoubiznisom od svoje šesnaeste godine. Ni nakon četiri desetljeća nije se imao čime pohvaliti. Radio je u jednom od salona hotela Sunset. Malom salonu. On, Manny, je bio "komedijaš". Las Vegas nije više bio ono što je negda bio. Novac se odselio u Atlantic City gdje je sve bilo nekako svježije i novije. Pa onda, tu je i ta prokleta recesija!
"Recesija", govorio je on publici, "to vam je ono kad vam žena zbriše s nekim. A depresija je kad vam je netko vrati. I meni je moju netko vratio. E, sad tu negdje dolazi smijeh, javit ću vam kad ga nađem..."
Manny je trenutno sjedio u garderobi i pijuckao votku iz boce. Sjedio je sam pred ogledalom... prorijeđena kosa... Ijeskavo čelo... nos svinut malko nalijevo... tužne, crne oči...
K vragu, pomislio je, nikom nije lako. Sve više usporavaš tempo ali moraš i dalje nekako...