New York: Occupied – A Fan Fiction Mini-Story
Eddie and Patsy are in a hotel room in New York.
Eddie: I mean, how dare they spit at me, darling. These “Occupiers”: bored upper-middle-class students looking for a protest. They wouldn’t know a protest if it bit them in the ass, sweetie.
Patsy: You’re right, darling. You’re always right.
Eddie: I’m always right. I mean, what’s the protest? Mum and Dad had too much money so they gave it to some gnome who flushed it down his Ponzi scheme toilet? “Oh, let’s protest. Oh, let’s make a speech in a public park and spit at passing celebrities wearing fur. Oh, look, she’s the “One Percent,” let’s spit on her.”
Patsy: New York gutter rats.
Eddie: Gutter rats!
Patsy: But I don’t think they thought you were a celebrity, darling.
Eddie: Didn’t they? I think they did.
Patsy: No, I don’t think so.
Eddie: Darling, I have been on tv a.m. That kind of aura follows you. To think of all that I’ve gone through to get where I am, just to be sniped at by some...