conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first three paragraphs for a book with the title 'The Death and Life of Bobby Z'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Death and Life of Bobby Z
  How Tim Kearney gets to be Bobby Z is that he sharpens a license plate to a razor's edge and draws it across the throat of a humongous Hell's Angel named Stinkdog, making Stinkdog instantly dead and a DEA agent named Tad Gruzsa instantly happy.
  Gruzsa is right. Not only does the murder rap make Tim Kearney a three-time loser, but killing a Hell's Angel also makes him a dead man on any prison yard in California, so "life without possibility of parole" really means "life without possibility of life" once Tim gets back into the general prison population.
  Not that Tim wanted to kill Stinkdog. He didn't. It's just that Stinkdog came to him on the yard and told him to join the Aryan Brotherhood "or else," and Tim said "else," and that's when Tim knew that he'd better hone that license plate to a surgical edge.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Death and Life of Bobby Z
  How Tim Kearney gets to be Bobby Z is that he sharpens a license plate to a razor's edge and draws it across the throat of a humongous Hell's Angel named Stinkdog, making Stinkdog instantly dead and a DEA agent named Tad Gruzsa instantly happy.
  Gruzsa is right. Not only does the murder rap make Tim Kearney a three-time loser, but killing a Hell's Angel also makes him a dead man on any prison yard in California, so "life without possibility of parole" really means "life without possibility of life" once Tim gets back into the general prison population.
  Not that Tim wanted to kill Stinkdog. He didn't.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide three more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Tim decides to believe the backdoor attack is history. No choice anyway because he can hear someone coming in at the front. They must have brought an army and Tim figures he's fucked anyway.
  He eases the rifle into the old supine firing position and looks through the scope. Sees another green ghost edging along the side of the rock wall. Not giving him much to shoot at but enough, and Tim has just about applied the requisite pressure on the trigger when he hears something above him and looks up just in time to see a body hurtling down the split from the top of the rock.
  Crazy motherfucker, Tim thinks, as he tries to squeeze out of the way, but the crazy motherfucker lands square on him. Knocks the wind out of him. Tim can't fucking breathe and the rifle's pinned beneath him and so are his arms so he can't reach the K-Bar.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Lifelong loser, world-class fuck-up Tim Kearney has come this far, from the middle of the desert to the edge of the earth, and he can't make the last hundred or so yards because it's water. And the boat can't come closer because it'll crash onto the rocks.
  What happens is that lifelong loser, world-class fuck-up Tim Kearney gets lucky for once in his fucked-up life.
  A life sentence, Tim thinks as he rolls around the deck with the kid in his arms and that treacherous, lovely woman looks on crying, and that wonderful goddamn lunatic smiles and steers the boat.
  Later that day, miles away on the open ocean, the setting sun turned the boat and everything around it into the purest gold.
  A blistering new novel about organized crime—of both the Mob and government kind—told through the story of one unlikely hitman.