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January 17, 2004 #

I wear my Gawker obsession on the sleeves of my cut-off mesh shirt and I've gone as far as to develop a bizarre email friendship with its editor, Choire, who even admits our exchange is now getting too gay. But when I saw this item about Fabian Basabe I was so annoyed that I had to write him.

Dear Choire,

I just read the Observer piece and all I can think is...WTF? All this time I was trying to make a splash on the scene by writing ludicrous f-bombs to get my name out there and into parties but NOW they say it actually takes MONEY?!? Fuck, who knew? This could have saved me a lot of trouble and medication. I'd be willing to commit Menendezide but my parents are pensioners. Damn. Months of careful plotting, strategizing, executing and all I've done is ineffectively suicide-crash into the Two Towers of Sicha & Spiers. All for what I ask you, I ask you! To read about this dickweed with dirty South American connections? Que lastima!

I would like to propose an undercover Gawker project that involves infiltrating the inner sanctum of the city's young social scene. I swear I can do it. I can pass myself off as Nick Denton's American nephew from Southern California's Hollywood bosom. You just get me some "walking around money" from the fat man and I'll handle the rest.

Slanted/Enchanted,
Krucoff


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