Dispatches from the City of Angels
I'm a writer and humorist living in and writing about Los Angeles. You can catch my novel LOSING CLEMENTINE out March 6 from William Morrow. In the meantime, feel free to poke around. Over at my website you can find even more blog entries than I could fit here, as well as a few other ramblings. Enjoy and come back often.
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Not another Spitzer post!
Politician blah-blah illicit sex blah-blah. Sun rises in the east. Sets in the west.
But here's the thing that blows my mind, and nobody seems to be talking about it. A 22-year-old prostitute claims to have seen Spitzer professionally several years ago. She told ABC news she knew he was then New York attorney general because HE CALLED HER FROM THE OFFICE.
Quoi?
Let's play a game. You be the prostitute. Your phone rings. You look at the caller I.D. It says "New York Attorney General." You do what?
A. Answer it.
B. Throw the phone into the toilet and flush.
C. Have a small stroke centered in your prefrontal cortex.
If you chose A, you're an idiot. But good news! You're still smarter than the attorney general who just CALLED YOU FROM HIS OFFICE.
Whole new levels of stupid, people. Whole new levels.
But here's the thing that blows my mind, and nobody seems to be talking about it. A 22-year-old prostitute claims to have seen Spitzer professionally several years ago. She told ABC news she knew he was then New York attorney general because HE CALLED HER FROM THE OFFICE.
Quoi?
Let's play a game. You be the prostitute. Your phone rings. You look at the caller I.D. It says "New York Attorney General." You do what?
A. Answer it.
B. Throw the phone into the toilet and flush.
C. Have a small stroke centered in your prefrontal cortex.
If you chose A, you're an idiot. But good news! You're still smarter than the attorney general who just CALLED YOU FROM HIS OFFICE.
Whole new levels of stupid, people. Whole new levels.
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