Frey Enjoyed Wild Phila. Stay
June 3, 2007 –
Author James Frey, in Philadelphia last week to promote his new novel, Bright Shiny Morning, said that his one-day stay had been rife with drug abuse and wild misconduct. "When I got to my hotel room, the first thing I did was smoke a big fat crack rock," he said yesterday by telephone from a tour stop in Toronto. "Then, I sort of stumbled outside, high as a kite, and beat the living shit out of these guys. Y'know, just for the hell of it. 'Cause I'm actually pretty good with the kung fu."
 Frey, whose bestselling Oprah's Book Club memoir, A Million Little Pieces, was exposed as fraudulent in 2006, said that his adventure didn't end there. "The next morning, I had breakfast at this place, and I got so drunk on Bloody Marys that I just whipped it out and whizzed all over the table," he laughed. "Then, I go on over to [the Free Library] for my reading, and this hot blonde was standing off to the side, kind of givin' me the eye, y'know? So I nailed her." However, his remembrance of the reading itself was hazy. "You know, it's honestly hard to say how it went. I was so whacked out on coke and Vicodin, I really don't remember."
The Free Library's Carla Rickard, who organized Frey's appearance, was surprised by the author's debauched recollection of his twenty hours in Philadelphia. "That's odd–he seemed perfectly sober to me," she frowned. "And I actually had breakfast with him that morning... the strangest thing he did, so far as I can remember, was to put two creams in his coffee." Frey, meanwhile, said that he was having a similarly decadent experience in Toronto. "Oh, jeez, I'm already, like, 15 beers deep," he said, slurring his speech for emphasis. "'Cause when ol' Jimmy Frey comes to town, you know things are gonna get crazy!"
|
| |
| FORWARD TO A FRIEND |
| |
| |
|
Booker, Lane Arguing Over Pizza Boxes
June 3, 2008 –
The unemployed couple of Chris Booker and Alycia Lane yesterday spent close to fifteen minutes arguing over which of the former media personalities would remove a moldering stack of pizza boxes from Lane's Washington Square apartment. "I did it last time," mumbled a groggy, unshaven Booker, who lost his job as Q102's morning host in late May. "It's your turn, Alycia. C'mon."
 When that approach proved unsuccessful, Lane tried a different tack. "First Larry [Mendte] snoops in my e-mail, and now this," she grumbled, idly scraping a clump of wax from her ear. After a long pause, Lane begged, "Please, Chris, can you just do it?"
Booker, for his part, seemed unlikely to budge from his corner of the couch. "I don't feel like getting up right now," he admitted, farting softly as he slumped further into the cushions. "Maybe later." With that, it seemed that the couple had finally reached a détente. "Fine," muttered Lane, her lids growing heavy. "I'm gonna take a nap. When I wake up, though, you should order a pizza."
|
| |
| FORWARD TO A FRIEND |
| |
| |
|
|
