Le Gary Returns
Le Gary vanished without explanation and came back with the most dubious story. Kidnapped, he claimed, by two Brazilian law students. Two weeks in captivity with Paula and Sara—their relationship drama, nacho recipes, endless gossip about some Brazilian soap opera. He said he nearly threw up. But being a gentleman, he kept quiet and eventually escaped one night hidden in a transvestite’s purse at the club.
Despite his supposedly enormous handicap—being held by two hot twenty-somethings, I guess—the bastard came back with actual news from Rio. He’s obsessed with the new iMac, saw it at Steve Jobs’ barbecue weeks before anyone else. Naturally he pocketed the keyboard. Lost it somewhere on the way. Or traded it for coke. Who knows.
I’ve been into Berlin’s fashion scene lately, those obsessive people you can sort by neighborhood. There’s this open-source film project floating around about love, friendship, and bullshit. Worth watching. The design magazines keep doing their trend forecasting—in, out, stays. Don’t trust it, but it’s decent for ideas.
Le Gary’s heading to Tokyo today. Hope he doesn’t get caught again by possessive girls trying to use him as a massage toy. But he always turns up. Last thing he said was Thanks for the honey, bitchy bunny,
or maybe it was money.
Can’t tell if I’m mishearing him or he just speaks in code.