Author Archives: ctan

690. How Much Is Enough

Okay. Here’s something that happened in New York that wasn’t a meeting. That night, after we’d eaten, and danced, and drank, and fucked, we were lying side by side in Ziggy’s living room bed, listening to the ambient rumble of wee-hours New York, and he said, “Couple of years ago?” “Mh-hm?” I thought he was […]

689. Nightrain

(Thanks to the generous donations of readers that triggered this bonus post! And look, now we’re only $91 $90 from another one! -ctan) — “Have you got Ziggy there, too?” Mills asked. “Glad you called,” Barrett answered, his voice taking on a chummy-yet-business-y tone. I mean, he always sounded like that, but it was like […]

684. Do It Clean

(Check out yesterday’s “future of DGC” post and discussion! I want your feedback about a bunch of things! -ctan) — We met up with Barrett and Ziggy at the WTA offices, which were on a couple of floors of a midtown high rise not terribly far from the BNC and WTA offices. Not quite Rockefeller […]

682. Don’t Box Me In

The guys had not left town. They’d crashed at Jordan’s and Jordan was playing host, therefore we caught up with them at Limelight–Carynne included. Bart had clued her in to what we’d done and so she came down to put her head together with Jordan and me to figure out what the fuck to do […]