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To: John Trent
From: Max Friedlander
Subject: You are a dead man
What is wrong with you? What the hell is wrong with you? Are you messing around
with my aunt's next door neighbor? The reporter from the Journal? And doing it
UNDER MY NAME??? Are you mental? I told you to walk Aunt Helen's dog. That's all.
Just walk the stupid dog. So why am I getting phone calls from my agent saying that that
Dolly Vargas broad, the one I know from the Journal, has been calling around asking a bunch
of questions about me? Specifically, how can I be in New York, going out with her friend
Melissa, when I'm supposed to be in Key West, doing Vivica? This is bad, dude. Really bad.
I am in a bad place here, and you are just making things worse. Vivica caught me messing
around with the maid--which was so totally not my fault: the woman wouldn't keep her hands
off me--and now she's gone. Which is admittedly something of a relief, so far as my finances
are concerned. But there is no telling what she's going to do when she gets back to New York.
Blow my cover, most likely. This is bad. Really bad. Why couldn't you have just done what I asked
you, and nothing more? Now if my aunt wakes up, she's going to know I didn't fly back up there
to take care of her stupid pets. This is uncool, dude. Way uncool.
Max
To: Jason Trent
From: John Trent
Subject: Help
I think I am in big trouble.
To: John Trent
From: Jason Trent
Subject: What do you mean
help? Help what? How can you be in big trouble? I thought you'd left for Vermont.
Why are you still here? Stacy says to write her, her brain is atrophying from too much
daytime television.