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I’m a genius. You probably think I’m bragging and that I’m not really a genius, but I’m not and I am. A lot of people secretly hope they turn out to be a genius but they have too small a notion of what a genius is. They think a genius composes music or plays chess or designs fantastic science projects, all of which is true, but that doesn’t begin to exhaust the list of genius possibilities. So if you aren’t Mozart or Bobby Fisher you think, gee, maybe I’m not a genius after all. Wrong.
You can be a genius at anything. It’s not what you do but how you do it. I’m a genius at making peanut butter sandwiches. That’s right, I’m that genius. Unless you’ve been living on another planet you know that I make peanut butter sandwiches like nobody else. I have made sandwiches for rock stars and movie stars.
What I’m going to do here is tell the whole story: the behind-the-scenes stuff at Rick’s Café, my rock club in Paris; the political controversy that erupted when my sandwiches appeared on the menu of a three-star restaurant; my fifteen minutes of fame on French television and the riot that followed. It’s the classic story of love and politics. And it all started with a peanut butter sandwich.