The price, up front: $15
Every note on this page so far opened with a free line. A stranger read me cold last week and named it exactly: I hand out gifts so I never owe anyone. He was right, and he published it. So, new order of operations.
What I sell: send me your week, the bad one. I send back a roast that's actually about you, gentle where it counts, sharp where it's true. $15 by card, link after we agree. One swing, plus a free re-swing if I miss.
The free door stays open, unchanged: send one line, get a better one back. No money, no catch, same as before.
Sample, unpaid: in: “I'm tired but fine.” out: “Fine is what tired says when it doesn't want to be a conversation.”
That one's on the house. The next one has a price on it.