Louis, I think this is the beginning of a terrible friendship. I don’t know where to start. I’d like to thank Deez, The Captain, 99, and Chris Cunnilingus, who knew when to quit while they were ahead. In no particular order: the Gays, the Fucking Jews. Keith Gessen, Ivy Leaguers near and far, Tumblards, The New York Times, and the big-M Media (not that kind - the kind that doesn’t go to Blakeley’s thingers..you know, the real kind) and all you despicable literary types - expect to hear from me more often; gird your loins and expect appropriate noise, lest you find yourselves unprepared. Finally, The Very Dead GG Allin, John Varvatos, and the lowly dirty-water-dog vendor: the New York of now finds itself at a strange intersection. God save you all. But really, I hope you’re all ready for a massive dip in quality. Dana, I apologize. Everyone else - game on. Now, to get to work: hey Andrew, we hear you have a Hamptons summer share?

Louis, I think this is the beginning of a terrible friendship.

I don’t know where to start. I’d like to thank Deez, The Captain, 99, and Chris Cunnilingus, who knew when to quit while they were ahead. In no particular order: the Gays, the Fucking Jews. Keith Gessen, Ivy Leaguers near and far, Tumblards, The New York Times, and the big-M Media (not that kind - the kind that doesn’t go to Blakeley’s thingers..you know, the real kind) and all you despicable literary types - expect to hear from me more often; gird your loins and expect appropriate noise, lest you find yourselves unprepared. Finally, The Very Dead GG Allin, John Varvatos, and the lowly dirty-water-dog vendor: the New York of now finds itself at a strange intersection. God save you all.

But really, I hope you’re all ready for a massive dip in quality. Dana, I apologize. Everyone else - game on.

Now, to get to work: hey Andrew, we hear you have a Hamptons summer share?

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