today the mammal had the reporter come over to see 'the pit'...we spent most of the afternoon cleaning, and mammal was in rare form...he was riffing off anything he found in the apartment...he found a generic box of robitussin called 'tussin'..."[church of al] check this out, yo man i was tussin that bitch all night!"...he was blasting 'brown sugar' which made him think of the band he was in during his late grade school years..."man those fuckers kicked me out for their old singer, i will never forgive them for that"...after i mentioned how long ago this particular incident took place he withdrew a little..."well i might be able to forgive [p. guth] because he probably thought it was best for the music"...he found an old shirt with vladimir putin on it and put it on for the photo shoot...in fact all day our mammal was finding things that had been lost amidst his mess...

when the reporter finally came over mammal immediately took her to the fridge where he had strategically placed all the good form letters he received...he went through them one by one describing in detail why he received them...he even proudly showed her the letter from the company that is threatening to sue him...and of course he mentioned that he had just dropped eight-hundred dollars on that villa in turks and caicos exclaiming, "i am a very nice drunk and i care about a.i.d.s. in africa"...the reporter did not even know where turks and caicos was...the mammal was happy to enlighten her...mammal offered her a drink, either a martini or water, which he had already run by me earlier..."man [church of al] i think it is great that the only two beverages i can offer her are water or a martini"...i did not ask him why...the conversation was quiet and nothing that i could hear stood out...i assume it went well and mammal was his usual affable self...finally at six-thirty he rushed her out the door, because it was friday night after all and the mammal had places to be...

i woke to the loud wail of a truck's horn on the street...obviously continuing because an auto was blocking its movement...after five minutes of this constant blaring i hear the mammal shouting out of his window..."look shut the fuck up! i know the guy and he is not listening to you, so you are just going to have to wait!...the children are trying to sleep up here so shut it!"...it worked, and we were all able to return to our slumbers...the good children were again in dreamland thanks to the mammal's madness...later as he was leaving to go manage the comedy club, he remarked to last night's conquest, "the funny thing is that i am now going to have to receive deliveries from guys like the ones in that pepsi truck"...

tomorrow a columbia journalism student will be coming to 'the pit' a la our apartment to take pictures of it for her interview with the mammal...mammal stated, "she wants to see how a real new york comic lives, so she asked me not to clean up too much"..."but you are going to clean a little," i replied, "this place is a wreck"..."a little, but it has to look authentic," was mammal's response...oh it will look authentic i thought...then we tried to make up a fictitious back story for "the roommate" a.k.a. me...'writer' (my present, albeit tenuous occupation) just was not interesting enough for the mammal...we never came to any conclusions so he will probably just expound on the 'writer' angle...we can all be assured however, that whatever he decides upon, the final result will be designed to make him look good...

a few nights ago your author and a friend were quietly enjoying a night at home...at eleven o'clock the mammal bursts in with three girls, all of whom were wearing wigs, and one carrying a video camera in the 'on' position...obviously i was taken aback for a minute by the surreal situation, and when i finally get my bearings, i ask mammal what this is all about...he does not hear me because he is already screaming at the wigged girl with the camera, "turn that fucking thing off, i might want to run for congress someday!"...she continues filming while another of the wigged triumvirate addresses me..."i've met you before"...i didn't recognize her in her present attire and remarked, "there is a high turnover rate at this apartment so it might have been someone else, how long ago was this"...she responds, "it was only a few weeks ago, i know it was you"...with that behind us and the video girl still filming amidst mammal's loud objections, awkward conversation sets in...they leave within a half an hour with mammal staying behind for a few minutes to re-primp...i ask mammal who that girl was, and i find out it was that annoying twenty-year-old i had written about previously (a la the thursday november 16th entry)...i continue, "why were they filming?"...mammal replies, "oh they were doing some ridiculous project for n.y.u. about the scene on the lower east side, i wish they wouldn't have filmed in here"...i agreed...and with that, the mammal now fully primped, ventures back out into the night to search for the wig-girls and many others...

a few days ago i had another late night with the mammal...i was talking to a friend 'bird' on the phone at four in the morning when the mammal comes home with friends of his from karaoke...he bursts into my room, to see if i am home, and when he sees me on the phone he apologizes and retreats...i decide i need a cigarette, so i say goodbye to my friend, and venture out into the abyss to bum one from the mammal...there are two people sitting on the futon one gay male, drunk as a skunk, and a woman more composed...i immediately like both of them...before i can raise the tip of my new found cigarette to the flame, the gay guy is hitting on me...i brush it off explaining my orientation, and it is forgotten for the rest of the night...quickly the two guests yell at mammal for putting on more sean paul, and they insist he put on bob dylan...the conversation switches to new jersey, and for some odd reason, although not from jersey, the gay guy expresses interest...every ten minutes or so he asks the mammal again where we are from and every time the mammal answers patiently and accurately...somehow andy warhol comes up and the gay guy remarks, "ohh edie sedgwick's story was sooo sad, i have never heard a more tragic story"...[author's note: sedgwick, a model in new york in the 60's, was associated with warhol and bob dylan among others, she died of a drug overdose at 28]...mammal loves this and runs with it in a lighthearted manner, "out of all the horrible things that have happened in the world, the death of some new york model is the most tragic?"...the other two are hardly listening and have moved to the computer to look up the wikipedia file on sedgwick...mammal procedes to break out 'blonde on blonde' [rumoured to be partly based on sedgwick] on vinyl and plays it on the victrola...the night continues in this vein until they leave at six in the morning...the mammal stays up with me until nine debating mao, stalin, and marxism...finally, with the sun fully risen in the sky, and the good people of this fair city heading to work, the mammal goes to bed...

as i side note i drank most of mammal's fancy pants russian vodka on friday night...he was furious and when he saw me at the bar on saturday night he screamed, "you pederast! you drank my vodka!"...i was secretly proud of myself...

this afternoon while 'a' and i were watching football the mammal came out of his room and announced, "last night i think i did a bad thing"...intrigued, we asked him about it...he went to a benefit party last night and stated, "i bought four days at a villa in turks and caicos for eight hundred dollars, i just don't know how i am going to get there"...he then returned to his room and began playing sean paul...'a', annoyed yelled, "[mammal] turn that music off!"...of course the mammal would not...he screamed, "this is my room and i can do anything i want in here"...now that he was aware that 'a' was annoyed, he proceeded to see how far he could take the situation until 'a' blew his top...he would occasionally close his door, then open it and come out with the music blaring to relate some inane story, but secretly loving the fact that every time his door opened sean paul would waft through the apartment and cause 'a's blood to boil...finally 'a' had enough and attacked trying to turn off the music, with mammal fighting him off, bellowing about spilling imaginary drinks, and screaming "don't touch me!"...of course in the end the music was never turned off and mammal was outwardly pleased that he had annoyed 'a' to no end...the scene ended with mammal remarking happily that he in fact had enough airline miles to receive a ticket to turks and caicos...