"Even at the top of the heap. Perhaps especially at the top of the heap.
"Who knew?" Had enough? Didn't think so. See Part 2 of "I Would Have Loved To Piss on Your Shoes."
—Dan Baum, in a May 2009 marathon of tweets, about two years after his New Yorker contract was not renewed.
Had enough? Didn't think so. See Part 2 of "I Would Have Loved To Piss on Your Shoes."
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