PRESENT DAY

Two more rounds later, we stepped tipsily out of the Forum. Shanna immediately began scanning for taxis. One came down the street and she hailed it.

“You comin’ with me?” she asked.

“No, I’m going to take the subway back.”

“I can give you a ride – ”

“Naah, it’s just a couple blocks that way.”

The taxi drove up to the curb in front of her.

“So, are you going to go do it?” Shanna called out as she opened the rear door.

“…yeah,” I said grudgingly.

She threw her arms up in the air in a giant ‘V’.

“YES! Shanna Williams for the win!” she yelled to all of New York City, then turned back to me. “Let me know how it goes!”

“Yeah, yeah,” I grinned, and started off down the street.

She started to get in, then stopped and hollered, “Hey – wait – I know you didn’t sleep with him, but you never told me what happened after I left that day!”

I turned around and yelled, “Read the fuckin’ article!”

“You bitch!” she laughed, then got in the taxi and sped away.

I called Rolling Stone the next morning. The