Cary Smith is a pain in the ass vagabond. No one knows where he is, and he always has his agent tell us he's dead. I may be an annoyed publisher, but when you deal with Cary Smith, you deal with an asshole. And the only time I use this vulgar language is when I think of Cary Smith. Cary Smith's residence is unknown, and who knows if any thing he says about his past is true. He sent us a note after we finally accepted his book, reluctantly I might add, and if he did not email us every day, and sit outside of our office every day, we never would have accepted his book, because, really, we were j...