A true story about clarity

My friend Yoni from back home in Israel is a tall blond man with big bare statue-feet who wears glasses and smiles with his gums. Years ago, when I still lived there, Yoni sat beside me in my car as I drove home in the middle of the night and asked me, “Do you have any doubts about your talent?”
“Of course I have doubts.” I said.
“I don’t.” Yoni said. “About your talent, I mean.”
“You’ve never read a word I’ve written.”
“That doesn’t matter.” He said.