Apr 16 2009
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“ At four my wife calls again. I tell her the same thing—that I’m working with Lenny—even though, for the past hour, I’ve mostly been listening to Lenny’s stock tips, watching him eat licorice and guzzle bottles of Coke Classic, and wondering when the hell he’s going to let me leave. It’s bizarre—the interview having degenerated into us just sitting around, him keeping me here for no apparent reason—but who knows, maybe that’s just how Lenny is. For the first time, I begin to wonder what I’m signing up for.
