Neal Pollack, apparently feeling a bit threatened by literary bad boy James Frey, throws down the gauntlet (then picks it back up and ceremoniously throws it down again): "You think your appetites are bigger than mine, James Frey? You think you're a bigger rock star and a better writer than I am? Well, motherfucker, I challenge you. I want a drink. I want fifty drinks. I want a tub of acid as deep as the moon. I want a tube of glue that tastes like a dumptruck of peyote. I want a boyfriend. I want a boyfriend. I want all that stupid old shit like letters and sodas, letters and sodas. I want to be the guy with the most cake.
I want your ass, Frey."
You're gonna Frey [Neal Pollack]