"You know my favorite part of Boys Don't Cry?" asks Emerz. 
We're talking about rehab jumping the shark. It's a cold, dim afternoon, perfect for judging others, that always reliable heart-warmer, schadenfreude, permeating through the glass walls of Emerz' sun porch. The ocean appears ghostly in the near distance. Emerz isn't wearing socks, despite the snowstorm that has left us stranded and without cable. We end up watching Interview With A Vampire on DVD.
There is something to be said for old favorites, I tell Emerz.
"I mean, what did Kirsten Dunst go to rehab for?" asks Emerz. "Not brushing her teeth?"
"The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift has a surprise ending you'll never see coming," says Emerz.
"Well, Emerz, " I said, "it looks like your new building isn't quite as exclusive as you thought. The doorman just waved me right in."
"That's because he knows you," said Emerz.
"Oh, really" I said. "A fan of myfriendsgotcable?"
"No," said Emerz. "He lives in your building."
"Have you seen Eight Christmases?" asked Emerz.
"You mean Four Christmases," I said.
"I'll call you back in two hours," he said.
"Have you seen Doubt?" I asked Emerz. I'd been hearing a lot of buzz.
"What's the deal with all these Holocaust movies coming out right now," he said.
"You've got a better chance of getting into heaven than getting into Devyn," said Devyn, of the brave, new, Real World.
