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Which son of a famous author has more to do with the 1996 slaying of popular drug dealer Angel Menendez than we have been led to believe?
Apparently, Son of Famous Author was obsessed with the character of Patrick Bateman in the Bret Easton Ellis novel American Psycho. This made him the perfect person to turn to when fabulous party promoter Michael Alig decided to off his supplier and make off with thousands of dollars in drug money.
Contrary to the official version of events, Alig and Son of Famous Author went shopping for body disposal equipment before Angel met his maker, not in a state of confusion after an argument between Alig, Menendez and their pal Robert Riggs (aka Freeze) went tragically wrong.
Fortunately, the famous author in question was close to certain persons in authority, so Son of Famous Author got off with five years probabtion for stealing $3,000 from the personal effects of the dead Columbian, instead of joining Alig and Riggs in correctional facilities.
Ah, screw this blind item business: Read the Reuters report at the bottom of this page, and ponder the significance of the famous author’s famous author wife’s latest work of autofictionography.
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You’re so going to get sued!
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Should be free from legal action - it’s already run as a story quite openly in British Elle magazine. Incidentally, people, don’t let all this Intrigue tempt you to go and see the film. It’s rancid pigflaps.
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She’s right, kids. Party Monster the documentary is much the superior work. And that’s still pretty weak.
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I imagine this scandalette is the only way Siri Hustvedt will convince otherwise right-thinking folk to read here cunty book.
‘So my stepson blatantly helped to murder someone. What does this say about ME, ME, ME? Me, the glacial Scandanavian literary beauty married to the dashing Byronic genius? How do I feel about me, and murder, and stepsons, and me? Me! Me! MEEEEE!!!’
The pair of them are just such colossal twats… I almost think I’d rather hang out with Fenton Bailey and Randy Barbato…
‘The writer Paul Auster was squatting over a mirror, checking out his bumhole by the failing late-summer light, when the telephone rang.
“Is that the writer Paul Auster?” said a dashing, Byronic voice. “This, by some daring postmodern quirk of literary fate, is the writer Paul Auster. Let’s talk about ME!!!”
They talked for fifteen years about their own abundant fascinatingness, pausing only to check out the bumhole of the inferior but glacially beautiful writer Siri Hustvedt, when she got home from her Lacanian hair-lightening seminar.
Eventually, overcome by his own charisma, the writer Paul Auster came in his dashing, Byronic Banana Republic pants.
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Er, I would second that, were it not for the fact that the book is really rather good…
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yes, it is. i have read it now and it’s brilliant. i take it all back. well, not all of it. paul auster is still a twat; his wife is a great awesome shimmering talent whose shoes he is not fit to shine.
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yes, it is. i have read it now and it’s brilliant. i take it all back. well, not all of it. paul auster is still a twat; his wife is a great awesome shimmering talent whose shoes he is not fit to shine.
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yes, it is. i have read it now and it’s brilliant. i take it all back. well, not all of it. paul auster is still a twat; his wife is a great awesome shimmering talent whose shoes he is not fit to shine.
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yes, it is. i have read it now and it’s brilliant. i take it all back. well, not all of it. paul auster is still a twat; his wife is a great awesome shimmering talent whose shoes he is not fit to shine.
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erk… it kept telling me it had a connection failure. sorry.
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erk… it kept telling me it had a connection failure. sorry.
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i never did ANYTHING that time. once only - i promise.
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i never did ANYTHING that time. once only - i promise.
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Weird - comments are working fine on other posts…
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And here. They are taking an increasingly long time to post, though. Perhaps your browser is set to time out quickly…
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I never read the book…… But I lived It at the Red Zone and Limelight every night….. I’m going to see the movie the next chance I get…. I wonder how is my old friend Adam, he worked the velvet ropes at the vip room…
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I never read the book…… But I lived It at the Red Zone and Limelight every night….. I’m going to see the movie the next chance I get…. I wonder how is my old friend Adam, he worked the velvet ropes at the vip room…
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I never read the book…… But I lived It at the Red Zone and Limelight every night….. I’m going to see the movie the next chance I get…. I wonder how is my old friend Adam, he worked the velvet ropes at the vip room…
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Goodness, a real live club kid - any gossip Duane?
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wow you are really old school
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Just saw this movie last nite. I went to HS with Andre. I was a club kid at that time, am now 36. Movie rung true for me.
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I know no one probably posts here anymore, but I’m attempting to write a piece about Michael Alig. If anyone could offer any inside information or direct me to interesting sources, that would be “fabulous”. Thank you.
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I AM AN OLD FRIEND OF ROBERT RIGGS FROM JACKSONVILLE AND AM LOOKING FOR HIM, IF ANYONE HAS ANY INFO PLEASE LET ME KNOW. I WOULD DO ANYTHING IF I COULD GET IN CONTACT WITH HIM. THANK YOU FROM ROBBIE, JIMMIE, MYKAL CHAD, JEFF AND THE CREW IN JAX
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TO WHO IT MAY CONCERN MY NAME IS MYKAL PEEBLES AND I AM LOOKING FOR ROBERT RIGGS. HE WAS LIKE A BROTHER TO US IN JACKSONVILLE FL I JUST WANT TO GET IN CONTACT WITH HIM AND LET HIM KNOW WE ALL ARE HERE FOR HIM!!!!!!
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Mykal… I don’t know Robert Riggs… but I’m Robert Bishop… is this my old BF!
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