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Monday, April 14, 2003

Busted!

Hello. My club was raided this weekend by the fire department. As were 39 others. And yet, somehow, they missed the one where bouncers get stabbed for enforcing the law! Yay New York! Yay pissy moods! I got to say "no comment" to THREE journalists on the phone today! I want a new job! Ideas please!

Posted at 07:24 PM

Comments

001. chris

you can move to california and become my personal man-slave. it doesn't pay well, but the perks ain't bad.

Posted at 09:34PM on Monday, April 14, 2003

002. michelle

oh but brian, the "no comment" was always so glamorous!!

Posted at 10:17PM on Monday, April 14, 2003

003. GayJay

Hey Brian...
I saw on the news about the smoking-enforcement stabbing. I was SO disappointed it wasn't you.

Posted at 05:43PM on Tuesday, April 15, 2003

004. GayJay

Umm. Doing the stabbing. Not /being/ stabbed. That seemed much more lucid in my head.

Posted at 05:46PM on Tuesday, April 15, 2003

005. trg

Well, since discovering that Genevieve is our age, I think we should start up our own decorating service. It's not like we could do a WORSE job than the TS designers.

Posted at 07:42PM on Tuesday, April 15, 2003

006. Ll

bookstore boy!

Posted at 10:10PM on Wednesday, April 16, 2003

007. me

Oh, I forgot to mention, the replacement job has to still let me 1. make Helena Christensen put out her cigarette 2. get waved at by Shalom Harlow (she just wanted me to open the door for her) and 3. get stared at as if I was a martian banana monster by a really rawther out of it Ryan Adams.

Posted at 12:40PM on Thursday, April 17, 2003

008. MsFaustus

"No comment."

Worse than selling your soul to the "office" to avoid the media is selling your soul when you ARE the media. Oh, and the papers will probably start courting smoke detector ads for extra revenue in the metro area where the Camel ads used to be. Eat your heart out, Phillip Morris.