Wow. I sort of can’t believe I’m doing this. Sitting down to write the foreword of Bradley’s book. I’m honored, truly, but I still sort of can’t believe I’m doing this. Part of me can’t believe there’s a book at all. There wasn’t going to be one, I was pretty sure of that.
And if you’d known Bradley back in 2012, like I did, you wouldn’t believe it either. If you’d asked me back then, I’d say there probably wasn’t going to be a real live book. Certainly not a sixth book. Not one like this.
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