We have a friend, could be the love child of Jennie Garth and Peter Fancinelli, raised at the bottom of a well and fed only cottage cheese. A fleshy vampire, a fiend, an avid Agnes B supporter. It's been too long. Starting in three weeks Emerz will be getting tons of face time, as their summer associate positions begin at Fleck, Kuehnle, Potter and Potter. They'll be working in the bankruptcy division, "moral, I hope," says Emerz, who has cold feet due to not wearing socks.
I ran into Toni recently at a memorial service for a bouncer we both knew. She was wearing a black veil, her dress nearly as see-through. We spoke for a moment or two about the usual: ironic bling, the ab definition of certain lifeguards in Montauk, botched breast enhancements, successful penis enlargements, famous four-year-olds, Trinity politics, Guardasil, the effect of Guardasil on Trinity politics, blog hits, Dianetics, sleep disorders, etc., until I realized we barely have anything in common anymore.
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