From Froggy to Foggy . . . May.03.2006
“Who the fuck is THAT?” “Who the fuck are YOU?” That was the back-and-forth: me, standing in the entranceway of the kitchen, clutching the portable I.V. placed into my arm only hours earlier by Yanni’s quack; and him, the doofy, oversized poster boy for birth control, standing on guard, fists clenched—who only moments earlier had [...]