Yet Another Reason (or Two)
Why We Love The Black Table

To tell you the truth, which is a hard thing for me, I wasn't even aware that I had a Polish girlfriend until after the scandal broke. Man, I was really fucked up. I thought she was trapped inside the TV, sent here to give me scoops and pipe my quotes when I got stuck. Whoa. She was real? How'd I keep a girlfriend in between all that partying, drinking and lying. You have to admit. I'm impressive. And now I have a book and you don't. How you like THEM apples?

Next time you're caught in a bind, ask yourself: what would Jayson Blair do? Or just read their interview with him. "Here's a question--would you rather be a slave or a big fucking liar with no credibility, friends, or people who trust you?"