A recent comment:
You mentioned that after your book was done, the second place you would take a dump was Ashley Vance's doorstop.
This implies a first. Where is it?
Any guesses?
Poor Ashley. She wrote a snarky story about Tucker at SXSW and called it "Tucker the F*cker." It was basically an amalgam of Tucker's worst hits, his biggest faults and his assholishness without mention of the easily researchable fact the kid came up on his own, with no familial support, no degree in writing, no contacts, no connections and next to no editing or marketing resources and still made the NY Times best seller list by word of mouth and a web site. Everybody glazes over that, and it enrages me. He polarizes people, and because we're friends, I'm obviously on the good pole, but I tend to get tiffy when the other pole whines. I tend to get a little overprotective.
Aside from that, what she wrote was kind of sexy, and I'm sure she's a lovely woman. I was just kidding about taking a dump on her doorstep. I'd never do that. I'm not that crazy, you know. Nope. Never. Never needed meds*, nor attempted suicide(s)**, nor had nervous breakdowns***, nor cut myself where someone couldn't find it****, and I've certainly never experienced blackout rage*****, nor destroyed anyones' personal property in a fit of blackout rage******. But should a shit show up, between you and me...one word, four letters, one thousand kinds of tasty:
C-o-r-n
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Posted by The Bunny at 12:27 PM