1992, AT A PARTY WITH STRANGERS, DUDE WITH LANKY HAIR AND STUPID NOSERING SAT TALKING, POOBAH-STYLE, I COULDN’T TELL WHO HE WAS TALKING TO (anyone?) AS I APPROACHED, HIS ARMS CROSSED, NERVOUSLY TOUSELING HIS OWN DAMN HAIR, TALKING INTO POLECAT ATMOSPHERE, HE WAS AN MTV PRODUCER WITH A TELEPHONE AT HIS DESK SO I NON-HOMOSEXUALLY FAWNED, GAVE HIM CREDENTIAL, I LOVED TELEPHONES (hard to come by, then) WE SIMULTANEOUSLY RODE INTO OUR MUTUAL NEW YORK CITY ON MTV’s RESIDUE OF AMERICA’s YOUTH (MY SISTER AND I [in florida] SAT GAPING AT OUR TELEVISION’s HELM THAT MOMENT MTV CAME TO LIFE OVER CABLE TELEVISION [BUGGLES {RADIO STAR}]) SO THE MTV PRODUCER (perfectly decent gentleman) INTERRUPTED MY ANECDOTES (AS I HAVE BEEN INTERRUPTED FOR 2 DECADES SINCE because i do not talk loudly enough [you can always win an argument with me by YELLING]) TO STICK HIS UNINHIBITED FINGER INTO MY TORSO AND NECK ANNOUNCING THAT HE LIKED TO USE TELEPHONES, HE USED TELEPHONES ALL DAY, HE KEPT SAYING: “I LIKE CALLING PEOPLE ON TELEPHONES.”