Fuck off, Frank. No one reads your shitty books, no one cares that you're alive, you live all by yourself in a 540 sq. ft. studio apartment on the 38th floor of a 100-year-old building in a crummy part of Chicago, your parents ditched you there and fucked off to Florida, you have no prospects, and you're most likely diabetic from your awful diet of delivery food and alcohol, but you never go to the doctor, so you'll probably die, alone and unlamented, before you turn 40. Your YouTube channel is 100% astroturfed, you pay for views/likes/subscribes, you have zero organic engagement, and you're fooling absolutely no one, not even yourself. But to answer your question, people can decide for themselves by downloading your entire cacas librorum from https://files.catbox.moe/d9sukc.zip, or better yet, they can read two mean-spirited parodies of your work: Call Of United Airlines at https://files.catbox.moe/aw9gz2.pdf or Call Of Wells Fargo at https://files.catbox.moe/rpuvnd.pdf. Burn in hell, asshole.
