I swear to God, I once witnessed Basil
perched on the rim of the toilet,
pissing mightily into the bowl.
Although I've recounted this story
numerous times to those acquainted with
him, I have a suspicion it is typically
met with veiled disbelief. While this
occurance no doubt coincides with a time
of rampant and wanton substance abuse in
my life, I will stand stalwart behind
its validity.
Hear this: Basil is the super-
ruffian, the transient-genius, the
lord-of-the-hunt, the dark-ninja of
our wildest fantasies. All of the
avarice of Dorian Gray, all of the
stealth of Ogami Itto, all of the
brilliance of Blaise Pascal, all of
the seductive trickery of a
leprachaun. . . this is Basil's. And
musn't we bow before him? Musn't we?
perched on the rim of the toilet,
pissing mightily into the bowl.
Although I've recounted this story
numerous times to those acquainted with
him, I have a suspicion it is typically
met with veiled disbelief. While this
occurance no doubt coincides with a time
of rampant and wanton substance abuse in
my life, I will stand stalwart behind
its validity.
ruffian, the transient-genius, the
lord-of-the-hunt, the dark-ninja of
our wildest fantasies. All of the
avarice of Dorian Gray, all of the
stealth of Ogami Itto, all of the
brilliance of Blaise Pascal, all of
the seductive trickery of a
leprachaun. . . this is Basil's. And
musn't we bow before him? Musn't we?