Once called “a sexy bastard” by his grandmother, Francesco Marciuliano has always felt ill at ease around other people. Shy to the point of reclusive, awkward to the point of ridicule, inarticulate to the point of, uh, whatever, Francesco finds solace only through his relentless public speaking engagements. A lover, a fighter, a candlestick maker, Francesco would kill to be any of these things.
2 comments:
Use as Cez obit, check.
...Did you borrow money from the wrong people again?
Well, I guess that sounds better than "He faced death as he faced life: screaming in terror and covered in urine."
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