Revisionist history...
Hereโs how it really went down.
Canti: Damn, dude, you really do dress like a 1940โs pimp. Thatโs fucked up for a big fat white guy. Anyway, welcome and congratulations.
Otis: Thanks. I would say I am humbled but humility is a quality I lack. I hope one day to find a place in Chinatown that sells it cheap.
Canti: Excuse me I wasnโt speaking to you, I was speaking to the deli delivery boy who just had a child.
Otis: So was I.
Canti: Whatever. My focus and attention should be on you, since everyone elseโs is, not that Iโm jealous.
Otis: Well, for what itโs worth I understand why all the attention is directed at me. I practically stood on a chair and begged for it, for christโs sake. You donโt write the kind of shit I write and expect to fly under the radar. I canโt help myself...
Canti: Whatever. Here you are and why donโt we fire off some questions.
Otis: What? You told me to come here for a handjob.
Canti: Yeah, I meant youโd be giving one, not getting one.
Otis: Sigh. OK. But just this once.
Canti: Anyway, letโs get on with this. First, why the moustache and dark glasses?
Otis: Thatโs not a mustache. I just had lunch on 33rd Street. But I donโt plan on posting about it. Iโm not like you Trident boys flaunting your manhood on the boards.
Canti: You do know that itโs all fabricated, right?
Otis: Right. So the difference between you and me is that your posts are fiction presented as fact, mine are fact presented in the form and style of fiction. Iโll keep that in mind.
Canti: Yep, our stuff is all lies.
Otis: Thatโs cool. You guys have a fun thing going. Personally Iโm not into clubs and conventions and all that. I draw inspiration from solitude and isolation.
Canti: Whatever. Youโre freaking me out a little now. Do I need to put you in the same place as PaperPusher?
Otis: Fuck, no, that guy freaks even me out.
KNOCK KNOCK
Canti: Give me a second (Canti walks to the door, opens slightly and tells some one to leave)
Otis: Who was that?
Canti: That was the King, he wants to hang with you and KingTiger after our meeting.
Otis: Is there a back door I can use here?
Canti: Hey, I gave you a hard time after you went all Emily Post after seeing Tallulah, sorry for that.
Otis: You mean Emily Plath. No worries. Iโm a weird, romantic dude. Iโm not too bothered if someone doesnโt like my shit. I could easily see myself hating it myself if I didnโt write it. Anyway, Iโd say Iโm way more Lester Bangs than Emily Plath. The Lester Bangs of Pussy.
Canti: Who the fuck is Lester Bangs?
Otis: Look it up. Youโre sitting at a keyboard already anyway. As far as Talullah is concerned, itโs possible she did bite off more that she can eschew, great turn of phrase props to youโฆIโm sure she has never had a higher maintenance client than me. But thatโs pretty obvious, I suppose, once you see what a gigantic attention-whore I am. She's a lovely girl who doesn't like to hang around with creepy douchebags, which makes at least 50% of her potential client base uncomfortable.
Canti: I like the way you use wordsโฆthough you still creep me out.
Otis: Thanks, thatโs roughly what everyone says.
Canti: So what are your goals?
Otis: Fun and self-serving self-aggrandizement to no particular end or apparent purpose. Whatโs the deal, do you have Aspergerโs or something, you keep looking past me.
Canti: Sorry, the other King is peering thru the window, I guess he really wants to hang with you.
Otis: Is there a back door I can use here?
Canti: I visited those wenches on East 33rd, dude that was horrible.
Otis: Did you try the back door there? Sorry, I had to say it. Anyway, yeah, theyโre nice ladies. They taught me how to do needlepoint and make my own wontons, which is some sort of unsavory metaphor but itโs up to your readers to figure out what itโs all about. Anyway, it gets the job done. Werenโt you known for antics like this before?
Canti: Touche, shilling just takes up so much of my time.
Otis: Whatever. Your readers should keep in mind that I do describe each and every woman about whom I post as literally as I can and I do not exaggerate the various acts they may perform or the nature of the place or the cost or any of the stuff that is actually important to consumersโฆHowever, I am an idiosyncratic kind of guy and part of what goes into this shit is my entirely subjective impressions. You have to tell people to read the shit in that context. If I say โCoco has gigantic cans,โ it means Coco has gigantic cans. If I say โMimi blew me for $80โ it means Mimi blew me for $80. If I say โSha Shaโs eyes sparkled like watch crystals as she reached straight into my chest, pulled out my heart and tossed it against the wall, where it left a trail of blood as it slid down the whitewashed surface into the plastic trash canโ it does not mean you will actually find a lady with timepieces for eyeballs who will tear your internal organs out at the top of that staircaseโฆ
Canti: Whatever. You officially creep me out. Letโs cut this meeting short.
Otis: Wait I have a lot to say. I could talk all day into tomorrow without even using any commasโฆ
Canti: Come on dude, I am using your momentary notoriety to grab a little of the spotlight back.
Otis: No shit, Sherlockโฆwait, so I donโt have to give you a handjob?
Canti: No, but King and KingTiger just slipped a note under the door saying they want to get in here for a daisy chain.
Otis: Shit, if thereโs no back door is there at least a fire escape?