I've written for dozens of magazines, most of them glossy and filled with pictures of celebrities with white teeth and flawless skin. My words have appeared in Playboy, Esquire, Radar, The Believer, Rolling Stone, Maxim, Vanity Fair, Mean, Spy, Harper's, and Salon.com, among many others. I'm a contributing editor for The Believer, the website editor for Monkeybicycle, and the author of six books, including one that was translated into German and features a cat on the cover for no apparent reason. My latest book is called "Fast Forward", and it's a memoir of my brief career as an adult screenwriter. I have one more testicle than Hitler did, which I consider a moral victory. I also have a website called Vonnegut's Asshole, which is kinda ironic, as I rarely write about either Kurt Vonnegut or assholes.
I like everything written by Vonnegut but especially "Breakfast Of Champions." Hornby's "High Fidelity." Egger's "Heartbreaking Work." Lethem's "Fortress of Solitude." Safran Foer's "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close." Pretty much everything that David Sedaris ever put on the page, but particularly the story "Six to Eight Black Men," which, if it doesn't make you crap your pants with laughter, is definitive proof that you have no soul. The entire McSweeney's canon, but especially number 11.
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